This is a song about "My stripper is upfor grabs"

It ain't hard to make money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

My own unknown is my enemy,

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

I can smell it when i go outside

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Deep throat a stripper then hit her and quitter,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

I ain't did shit officer

Take it all of for me stripper,

Grabs me by the colla, reminds me of my color,

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker