This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

This is all my flow

Well i'm gettin older know

Turn up we gettin louder

When life gets sour know i still devour

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

You dried instead of gettin damp,

Days were gettin colder

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Music is money, money isn't music

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin