This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

And we gettin' money, over here,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

Get you high, keep it on the low

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Gettin buried in a white gown

I don't want no fucking crown

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Its four now, the clubs over

Days were gettin colder