This is a song about "Putting in work and getting money"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Its that one round shakie stupid putting in work

Lyrically molested by a mc putting you in a dress and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

I swear i'm coming back one day

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Hopin' that my niggas see

Getting to the money

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I came up hungry

Getting to the money

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole