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"

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

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Chillin' with homies and family

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

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though