This is a song about "Michelle s money"

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

I know the world been waiting for that

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Pay dues like a hair salon

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

S queezys very bold

I say that the pool is closed