This is a song about "All about the money"

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

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

Why yap about money, and all that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Or the money you spend on all the action

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!

All they care about is the grades,

One verse is all it takes

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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