This is a song about "Robert gay shoot kill money bitches"

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Our history that they stole, africa

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Then some lady named billie holiday

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,