This is a song about "Money and afterlife"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Hustle for money and making livings

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

"money and blood don't mix

And why do i have to send this poor creature to an afterlife?

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

Embodiment, a monument of my afterlife

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Maybe i'll go shoot a school up, i don't need afterlife,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

And get on down with this thc vision

With plenty of money and women