Break it down for the bitches in the back My flow to hot I kill this shit give life i brought you back When you see me bout that money Couldn't hide my paper chase I sell TVs I sell heels even dresses round the way Anything to grab that money even plasma donation Couldn't try me couldn't buy me Im my own free agent On a quest to grab yo nigga pimp him out then drop him off Got no time to waste on fakies making words up as I go Catch a clue Im new new shit Tell your bitch she old and rotten I Stay fucking up the commas if you don't then you forgotten Dont you try it got that ahh ahh For these hoes that need a mama Thought I told you im the truth bitches picking on my genre Pick up where I left off This right here a piece of art Kill these hoes with just one look Say a prayer *Dearly departed* Quit your hollin for a second Don't you hear that mama's home I walk in and leave him breathless Call that Xan syndrome Got you mad why you pressin Thought you said you was a G Showing up and showing out recognize that's how I be. X A N cant play no games Fuck yo bitch and fuck that nigga When you talk its blah blah blah ain't bout no money I can't hear you Broke him off that broke you up yeah its time for you to go You ungrateful way to hateful I'm his sugar and his gold I'm a Jack of all trades You just riding on some looks Betty bopping in the streets Showing ass all on the book Come on child why you acting Crooked smiles are all I know Throwing shots and throwing shade Why you focused on my glow making money now you hating School in session take some notes See through fake like polished glass No windex case you ain't know Cover art is my cousin