This is a song about "Loose money"

But we dont fucking loose,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Runner like my tongue was on the loose/

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

I'm the truth, don't let your demons out n start livin loose.

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Alcohol helps me get loose

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Yeah yeah, i'm bout to cut it loose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Coins flyin out my pockets my nigga thats what i loose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Cut it loose and let it free,