This is a song about "Money fun girls for a kid but not kidish"

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

For all the mischief you did but kid

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

I put these poems all in these songs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

But once again i procrastinate for the money

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I mean i'm a kid i make some jokes just to have fun

But he's not civil, atb'll make your girls ass jiggle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol