This is a song about "Ex girlfriend redemption money ball out"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Giving the middle to neighbors, zero redemption,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Could i make you my baby

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Taking money out the piggy bank

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Harder than i did your girlfriend,

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

Try to make a "good out" but ball comes out lost and unfound, hope lost and your doubt found,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

They alll ran out of money.