This is a song about "Money and goes"

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Yeah, since i was a knee high

And not a single day goes by

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

But as time goes back and fourth,

And of course, my car's off course

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day goes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut