This is a song about "Money callin so i got to go"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

We got so much money they thought we never stop

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

So here i begin to start and go

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

So i go hard to the fucking beat

Check my letter i got christmas money,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Get you high, keep it on the low

So i guess i got to go