This is a song about "Being poor making money guns gangs and losing family"

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

We got dat guns and flow

This shit ain't nothing new though

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,