This is a song about "Using andy as currency"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I don't got no money, adolescent currency

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

Ahh im using up words as i go along

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Using similes to compare my metaphors

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Using depictions of my internal infliction

Secret society all we ask is trust

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

Currency so long i tenderly reinvent revelations.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Risin higher than when our currency inflated

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that