This is a song about "All money"

Get in the mood on blacc friday

So imma chase money all day

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

So give me all your money and don't try nothing funny

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

That i have all the money

Where you belong with your family

U took all my money and ran away...

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Ha, running rebel on another level

Money is the root of all evil