This is a song about "Getting paid"

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Call me a product of my own damn hood

We getting paid like we knew we would

But den i realised i aint gonna be paid...

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Our world is one big renegade, doing anything to get paid,

I'm rolling down the window

We just getting paid tho

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

Early adapters agree they all late

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Im washin off another plate