This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

'til it's like a mile long

Or something that you paid for

Days were gettin colder

Gettin buried in a white gown

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Gettin weak all in my knees

Just know that i'm always

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

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Music is money, money isn't music