This is a song about "Lily bingham coop"

And everything is purple

Getting bank and that is literal

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And live in a cage imprisoned by the system of minimum wage,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Hardly thinking of the girl at home,

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Knowing you can no longer party