This is a song about "This might be a battle might not turn out ok"

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

You might be spoilt but its not your fault

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Suggest you take a seat. might not be able to stand on both feet.

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You might need a doc to get it out

Watch out cuz my hair be like fire might singe ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

For you the motherfucking pain just might not be,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

But i might not get there, come on let's be honest

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed