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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

You never know how much this world could be cold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I'mma run this body cause it's all i know how

The money ain't running, it's standing still now

She wanted to fight at first

"how money running this world?!"

My hearts in pieces how could i be all right?

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

How could humanity permit this insanity?

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

But how could fuckin i cry. i be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes