This is a song about "Killing getting money dissing hbh"

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Getting to the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

This dissing and criticism isn't

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,