This is a song about "Black people and money"

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

My city's so gritty people need money to borrow

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

People taking my money because

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

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