This is a song about "The budget"

Almost cried right on the spot

From the bottom to the top

The streetz is aint the safe

Just know that i'm always

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera