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"

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Keep close, think i froze, 'cause you're giving me an overdose, you won

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Top dropped down, black on black

I got soul, there's more in store

You don;t thin anymore

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby