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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You got friends how only cares about your money!

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Now you also talk shit about money

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,