This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Turn up we gettin louder

Music is money, money isn't music

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Unless you got that money sonny, best you fuckin throw down

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Without gettin in my pay