This is a song about "Fucking bitch gettin money and selling drugs"

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Can't win with a passive attack

And what fucking bitch did i slap?

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Bitches bitch, bicker and fit, gettin no dick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Bitch, im the shit and i keep my fucking tissue

I could think of a couple positions for you