This is a song about "Mo mo"

And i ain't never plan to be famous

But it wasn't enough,they want mo' rough

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

My ignorance shit never stopped me though, you think you shit rapping in slow mo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo