This is a song about "Shawty krush lil crib baddie j h slay money"

Mines is family over everything

Peace to lil' j, rap kylle, rap crowned king,

Too many guys i already slay

Oh, why do i live this way

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Fuck a sidepiece, shawty fine enough for 2 like she siamese

Automatic kill for pennies

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough