This is a song about "What s that film"

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I really can't under what s the fighting for

One time give it up for him

Rip this shit like cling film

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Click click and what after that

Don’t you be holding back

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Rat'a'tat'tat, what the fuck was that?

I don't want it on my back