This is a song about "Money hoe weed hahahahaha u mad or nah finesse u out your racks"

Yo i ain't gonna dies u or else i'll miss u

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Would u still call me yours if i had no money?

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Are u a bitch or a ruler,

And everyone knows u cant turn a hoe into a housewife

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

I went all out fool, u paced it

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

And call ur bitch never reveal your songs or tell em what u did

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush