This is a song about "Gotta make dough for drugs"

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I can sell you some too if you're lookin for drugs

Still gotta make my way through downtown.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Whenever im sleeping gotta make sure ion drool

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds