This is a song about "I get bitches to do shit for me"

The more mo bills i get the more shit come free to me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Third ward general, young cash money

Do i get a free bee? to jump, come with me?

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

They ask me what i do for

So tell me why are we at war

Facing the shit i paced to flee, catering for me,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

For some made up shit he didn't do i had to pay the bail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

That's just the beginning of war

They ask me what i do it for