This is a song about "Huygen s principle"

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And out of principle

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Walk into the school, feels like a normal day, but than the principle stops me screamin hey,

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow