This is a song about "Concept of money"

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

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

Money is the root of evil.

As i light one for ill will

Try to think of spending money on other things besides the platinum

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

I was gonna write you a poem today

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new