Flour City 2 38 Spesh (Ft. Eto)

[Verse 1: Eto]
Yo, ayo, ayo on God, mom talk money, she fix French toast
Then she stresses me to fill in for those who went ghost
Stress, broke, she stresses after me too
With her cheap shoe, broke dudes have to be cute
We gotta eat well, laugh often
A glasshouse or a glass coffin
You talk money, I'll have your cash talking
It's back on, I gotta back off it
'Cause my son is no longer and his dad lost it
It's just me and you now, for you, I'll buy you happiness
Love seeing you smile
You kept the grass cut for your friend, he weeded you out
Remember I took em in and let em sleep on the couch?
I should kill him, I'll leave em in your hands
But he'll never take another seat in the tour van
Another one opens after the door slams
Trust your devotion, just ask where that whore stands
Yo, we don't need her to know
You be in the studio, she wants the speakers to blow
Don't worry godson 'cause we on the go
All we need is a month and a weekend to grow
We'll talk tomorrow, soon as the pack land (Pack land)
I know them guys like my backhand (Let's go!)
2 o'clock, just come, don't call me
You know I run the whole army