This is a song about "Hats phone social media instagram right attack money"

Because if you get all that money, you should give it right back,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Reality expressed like a touch of instagram

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I attack a rappers track who beefs with me right back

Media turned justice into reality tv,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Yet the media hides it,

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit