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

Making money was the ideal

You light-years behind here

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

You see my family wasn't poor, we had enough to live,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hustle for money and making livings

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep