This is a song about "Money song"

This is the end of my fucking song

And we don't know no right from wrong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

"you already wrote the gay song

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I made a song at camp

Hope you enjoyed the song

Tats out and my hair long

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

I'm inventing my own song.

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Heh, if the autotune's gone