This is a song about "All money"

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I spend all my money, fuck the charity

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Spending all my money on lids

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

All i know is money drains

And today we're still in chains

Sprouted all these money trees

Not likely like stay long please

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

U took all my money and ran away...

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money