This is a song about "About the money"

Give a fuck about the money man, i do it for the thrill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

It has been 2 years now, and you're still lying about the money

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money