This is a song about "We here to make money we here to grow we don t have time to waste so wake up and step up to the pace cos we will make you tap out"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

This shit has got my soul

We have to make them pay the tole

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Now a nigga got baking to bake

But the nlb crew we here to motivate

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay.