This is a song about "Stocks and bonds"

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

And kill yourself and your clique

More money that mean less sleep

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And a fridge and some broccoli

And now that i’m getting money