This is a song about "Turned a prude"

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And i be countin' money till i pass out

After a verse you’ll be turned to ashes like anne frank

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Heck, his body turned to a speck

Crackas watch my every step

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

All because of a heart, that turned cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And put another half a mil in my bank account

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see