This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Without gettin in my pay

Observe: cock and spray

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Gettin weak all in my knees

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

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

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet