This is a song about "Lost wallet"

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

And i don't want

You told me to get lost

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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