This is a song about "Poor welfare money death love cutting"

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I'm on welfare just to make sure i get some kind of money

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

On the bible you can run

I'm cutting off your fun

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Haha, shit gets sick, but sometimes lifes a bitch, but i love that whore to death,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,