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

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

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

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth