This is a song about "All this money we running threw"

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

But it’s for shock value and money, we simply draw from this energy,

Mind your motherfucking business

At some point, we all experience this,

Promise if you hold me down

When we see you running round town

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running,