This is a song about "Them pussys reall broke and aint bout money i dont hear em uh"

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

All these motherfuckers try and tell me shit i dont wanna hear,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

But i keep my cool, because i love them, and i dont want em gone cuz im not a fool,

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

If i can make them money

We're living in a fantasy

If i dont get em in the morning then i aint gnna win

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

I respect that you don't know yet

I hear em talkin bout me bret