This is a song about "Getting mo"

And be alive any many mini mo

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Shut tha fuck up wid ya problems theres people out here wid lots mo,

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

My ambition to blow

Syrup got me going slow mo

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Because it looks like your moving slow mo