This is a song about "They call me d money i get all the honey"

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

I'mma treat you like my whip

Thats the reason they call me rocket

Forget it you just want the money honey

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,

They love me, for the d,

Mama made her pretty

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Hear the children screach for help all they do is call

Its a war with the enemy

I want it all... all of the money