This is a song about "Friend who can t rap"

You better learn my friend, you can never earn a cent without them retaining it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

// [who can really blame you?]

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

Even, for anyone who beats, if you can

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Constantly rippin those who run this rap monopoly

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Got me quite open for a while