This is a song about "Leeches"

Son i'll send you to the bleachers feed you to the sharks burn you like leeches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Stupid leeches, while y'all critics, politicians on beaches,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Rehearings and meanings that leeches teachings from me.

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Leeches on my face it's a remedy,