This is a song about "Little bit of money"

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Her blood felt a little bit different

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

You gonna focus on your rhymes just a little bit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

An expression of obsession with life, just a little bit

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

A little bit conceited a reason is not needed

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Turn the volume up a little bit more