This is a song about "Money on the ground pick it up"

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Cause everytime yall come around

Go on girl , hit the ground

Must pick it up, but im afraid someone will creep up...

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Rewind it, pick it up n make it a thing of the past.

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

As he bleeds he sees a gun on the ground jumped and grabbed it

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground