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"

Do i really need to learn how the fuck to forget

Got a nigga tangle in your spider web

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

That i have all the money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

Just another day out in beverly hills

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,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will