This is a song about "Fees n"

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Tried perfecting my letters n

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

N i'm not fucken sorry

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

From ur head n' ur mind,

Should be harder to find

Until you pay the bail than your fees also

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Tried perfecting my letters n

Vijay singh and all of them