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

And now u thinking u need to get out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

And its real thick you will be sick. upset? noo u fucking hoe although i did

Acting like u don't care acting like u ain't afraid ,cause u just don't know your death date

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

And everyone knows u cant turn a hoe into a housewife

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I got finesse in possession, u rookie writing raps my profession

And please never disrespect my set

Dollars can't keep u out of debt