This is a song about "Money n bitches n kush"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

She's cute but her forehead's big

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

I got 800 invisible men

Tried perfecting my letters n