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

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

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

At some point, we all experience this,

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

I threw out all the gifts

This is how she want to live

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see