This is a song about "Money won t make me money won t break me stop that hating you can t fade a 80s baby"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

From verse one you can tell that i won/

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

You a lady boss, now you fly free