This is a song about "Get money eat ass"

No car key and i mean that

That hoover figg get the money shit

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Pretty lips phat ass stay waqqin stay makin money

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

You get money from mowin-the lawn

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

A addiction to feed with no #money even to eat but still manage to #keep,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest