down a bag

igot up in the morning, i was down a bag, i loook around the sky, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my nigga up , lets st the cash Come get me real fast, blues all popping On demand. about an hour, in the van honked the horn, I ran out,spazzed Money on my mind,q No more fallouts bitches stay on my cock they know im the man