This is a song about "Using andy as currency"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Using solo cups as an ash tray

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Currency so long i tenderly reinvent revelations.

Im using audicity, flowing with complexity,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody