This is a song about "Yo drop the beat every friday i have to work earning money that s how i do it don t need to care about phone bills my mom pays it all"

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

If it doesn’t work all i gotta do is wait for the word on street to internationally leak,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im the opposite to robin hood, i break every school rule, all i care bout is you,

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Thinking about how to do this and how not to lose it

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Yo as i sit listeng to the beat

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

So i have no plan to do it all loosey goosey

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree