This is a song about "Noele used me for 5 bucks"

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Who wanna battle me?

We might be back in this baby

It used to get to me, to the old me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,