This is a song about "Financial responsibility"

He takes no responsibility and fakes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

And i be throwing my problems on you as if its your responsibility,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

From responsibility to its dirt

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Im done with misbehavior its time to take responsibility for my own actions,

From responsibility to its dirt

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard