This is a song about "Let loos"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

To let this girl be, try and let it diffuse,

Let em marinate, you forever late

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Now let the angels sing

Money ain't a thing

Why you call me back? don't lie

So let the bullets fly......

Until i started to lose my way

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

I wouldn't let it happen

Two reflections into one

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

You just gotta let it go