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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Tell them bitches in the place to kill the enemy,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Then some lady named billie holiday

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Until i said hey, why you gotta bag bitches anyway just be gay,

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Get money then bitches

Before we see it's hard to live

It's surreal how many bitches kill before the beat would seal.

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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