This is a song about "Mone y"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Y you bitches think im playing,

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

While all those ships go tips(y)

They say nothings ever free

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho