This is a song about "Rap and money n getting girls"

These chalance give me balance

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Better yet they work my every nerve

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Got all these girls around me this rap shit is alright

Money fast like eminem's rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that