This is a song about "Your comments"

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Man get these haters out of my mind, see the hate comments and i just skip em!

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

You shoulda heard the comments, i was here 'fore this was even being tried, so...

//please leave comments, this is my first song, so let me know what you think.

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Your on fire.. your on fire

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,