This is a song about "Putting ads on my website"

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Even thought about putting gold in my dentals

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I've become immune to you no name haters

Seeing the world got me putting shit on my shoulders

And if i do go you better come through

You really think people on this website feel you?

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Im putting wounds on ya, scars, that wont ever be healed

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people