This is a song about "Concept of money"

Try to jack and i will attack

But blind as a bat! "a concept what's that?"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Money is the root of all evil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,

And get on down with this thc vision

With plenty of money and women

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

But y'all already know,money is root of evil

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival