This is a song about "Hilltop hood vs b n e"

Rap is music with real substance b

Trying to catch me riding dirty

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

First name dizzy last name b

"could of cost your life b"

She going to borrow some money

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Please boo what's your size crazy

I don't need no props b/

Took my heart away from money

Even ice, i , c , e

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

And i can't help but notice

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]