This is a song about "Dont play with my money"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Dont vibe with bums... i'll bite my tongue and rip it out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

I just blank out

Cause i dont play around

Ughhhh, like sorry but homie dont play that

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Striking her with blows he bellowed “where’s my money?”

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner