Moon - Rondo [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Swaff]
I ain't never seen no niggas do it better than my niggas
Splitting swishers, pulling bitches, stacking money to the ceiling
Counting figures, writing scriptures, trying to kill to make a living
They don't get it, that's our difference
They don't see the bigger picture but me;
I'm Tarantino behind the scene though
I play the game to make the change like its a casino
I'm in my lane until they know my name but that's just my ego
I ware em' out and break a leg like I play under Pitino
We at the Washington Park
My niggas rolling to spark
Yo bitches is playing her part like she performed at the Regal
It can't be legal how we do in here
Full MOON the whole crew in here
Blunts up, we bouta to fool in here
Now gravity is mad at me cause I got pull in here

[Verse 2: Chill the iLL]
Okay on point like a decimal
Money healthy like vegetables
Hungry in this booth I tag it and bag it like its some lunchables
Man I eat the pussy like cannibal
Sm-smoking on that cannabis
These hoes thinking I'm Rondo
Th-Throw the pussy I will assist
Tea-Bagging your girl dawg, would've thought that I'm drinking Brisk
You think I'm talking shit now? man guess what you more pissed
Trying to raise a kid in Chicago (YEEAH)
Sipping wine though (YEEAH)
In a condo (YEEAH)
Get a bad bitch in Carolina
While I make my bread like DiGiorno
My mama vacay in Lima
I'm investing money in Ohio
Smoking on Hakuna Matata, you lying if I ain't the Tang ho
Take team work to make dream work
Make real money you get fiend work
Cincinnati down til' I die nigga, gotta get a "Nati by Nature" shirt
(Break it Down!)
Everyday I make that money. (YEEAH)
Bitches just rubbing all on me. (YEEAH)
I just really think its funny that my flow too sick so your nose is running. (YEEAH)
You're listening to Washington Park where my niggas hoop for cheese and the blunts get sparked VIBE!

[Bridge: Chill the iLL]
We chilling at Washington Park
Making that cheese and we get the blunts sparked yeaah
Do it how we do it cause we going to the top
I'ma act like I'm smoking I'ma pass this shit to Swaff oh

[Verse 3: Swaff]
Uh! New flow, same bros, new dress code
Bad hoes, no clothes, baby lets go!
Fat blunt and my team on the hunt while I eat what I want shit I must be on death row
What rec though?
We hoop outdoor
We puff indo let it blow out though
Its only the beginning and the thought of making spinach got my team about to finish like a mufucking outro..
But let me introduce you to The Mutha fucking M.O.O.N