This is a song about "The budget"

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

It has nothing to do with the game’s pre-release budget

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Haven't slept for days

The streetz is aint the safe

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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