This is a song about "I m a bill"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

But it seems like a scene outta flick

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

And there's little to be glad for

I"m the designated driver

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

So pass the heinekin and slide a bill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill