This is a song about "I don t love her get money"

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Damn i think i love her

Get your paper, see you later

Almost cried right on the spot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Would look at us all the time

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door