This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Without gettin in my pay

Days were gettin colder

That's what rains for

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Gettin weak all in my knees

Gettin caught by the cop

Okay man you do the drop

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

This ain't fuckin algebra! grab that canister of money and get some new stamina/

Everything that means gettin with

And i got mad love to give