This is a song about "Concept of money"

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

From curb surfingwe working the industry

I want it all... all of the money

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

The concept is so absurd

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

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

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

The third one is mixed, white and black