This is a song about "Just saying you keep fuckin up my weekin talkin bout uu down tryin to kick it in my streeys"

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Trying to rise to my streak i'll kick you off the ladder,in this rap battle you'll be

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

I've got nothin' to worry about

You talkin bout you breakin out

If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

Been tryin my best to give you your space

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song