This is a song about "Money love drip shooter fake people"

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

People taking my money because

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

I pipe in and one night her

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

I got fake people, chomping down.

I know a little girly from uptown

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Ur love was always fake

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually