This is a song about "A lanyard without an id"

It ain't hard to make money

An allegory without the e

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

When i'm gone i'll leave without a trace, without a sound

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

I put these poems all in these songs

Like a cat without claws,

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind