This is a song about "All these bands on me i just let the money talk i aint really gotta say shit"

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

And i bet he aint into half the shit he say or talk about

They ask me to stop but i just gotta say no

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

I don't take shit from no one. i don't gotta say a word, i just flip 'em the bird.

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

So all i gotta say is to the thirsty bitches,

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

But i guess i just gotta let it go that's what they say

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea