This is a song about "Yelling"

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

I would share it but today i'm yelling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Kids all yelling, "sids back!" when i say i know

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Im sinister with the lyrics,but you know i'll kill everybody till its just me yelling uno,

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Cause ur face is manly, like a horse, yelling nay

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The ref is yelling, its a blessing though i'm guessing to y'all its depressing