This is a song about "All about my money"

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Why yap about money, and all that

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

U took all my money and ran away...

I want to feel her in every way