This is a song about "Black people and money"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And had a good black friday

Fuck the liberals and conservatives, we’re white and we’re black,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Money, bullshit and black-sounding mumbo-jumbo of lies

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

People call me black but i think it is whack

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode