This is a song about "All about the money"

I got money my crew and all the fans

From an african american stance

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

It's all about the present unfolding

I want it all... all of the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

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

That i have all the money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Mind get to bustin rhyme im all about dollar sighns money respect but i still walk cocky

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

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