This is a song about "Money and hos how life goes"

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Thats how life can turn and bite you,

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Most of you niggas don't give a shit where ya life goes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Here's how it goes, rap with symbols

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Yea i'm asian and i get them a's, so you know how it goes, something i don't lack is praise

But i guess this my life story and that's how it goes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose