This is a song about "Come up and money"

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Randy and don, i'll come all up in a sudden

Throwing money up and making it rain/

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Lets come together as one and stand up to the president

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Get some real rhymes and actually come up with something,