This is a song about "Money graduating staying pretty got haters family"

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Wheeled some pretty girls but always got the snips.

I got family spread out across the country

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

So if you got beef squash it,or i'll have your family

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Check my letter i got christmas money,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Said when i do dirt wit her

Haters got the wrong picture

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You got me all smitten, plus i know your staying loyal,