This is a song about "Ain t about the money"

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Where you belong with your family

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver