This is a song about "Money women mixtape"

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Goin straight shout out to tune new mixtape coming soon

Looking at these women

So now she picks up the gun

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I never knew i'd drop a mixtape with kid,

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

I don't trust no one

I don't need fallen women

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

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