This is a song about "All the eay"

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Know just what you worth

Like fuck all the haters

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I regret all the laughing

And the most fucked up thing of all,

Mirror mirror on the wall

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

The fact that it's all bogus

I'm the money who destroyed them all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

He make the bitches all marvel

She looks like a model