This is a song about "All this money how could i be broke"

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

But at this point all i could do was pray.

All this money don't mean shit if i aint gon spend it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I just thought to myself how could i let this happen,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

How could this rule be set against my policy..

And this is the lowest i could ever be

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

This is how i need you to be.

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy