This is a song about "Pasa mo"

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

The more mo bills i get the more shit come free to me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

Wale dc said we on joe

Syrup got me going slow mo

And be alive any many mini mo

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

You wanna criticize dog try a little mo

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,