This is a song about "Im not cheater im loyal but yet i get cheated on"

If you ain't about money

But yo cheated on me

But i wont give up, im tryin ta get that,

When that money calls i holla back

Its actually rad but if you keep on hatin im not get sad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

They say i crossed the line but no im not finished

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

Im not from this planet,im on some other shit,your rhymes get smothered quick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick