This is a song about "Lost wallet"

And still make you pay cash from your wallet,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Explains the lives of six lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

He appreciates your support

You told me to get lost

You told me to get lost

And inside they think rap's soft

I lost mona,i lost wife

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

You about as useful as a platinum wallet, you need to stop it,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

If i see your wallet, don’t make me fall it