This is a song about "It s really over"

Its money over that's really my intention

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

So fuck this chorus it aint over

And i just want to hold her

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Top ranked, number one my son

And that´s how it has begun

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

No one really hates it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Better yet they work my every nerve

Cuz none of it really matters

Hold the door for girls

It really has its perks