This is a song about "Money disses"

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

He disses microphone cause when he grabs one, he chokes

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

All the disses and threats are just gonna start pouring out

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Is written in our souls, africa

It took these amounts of disses to piss ya

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Music is money, money isn't music