This is a song about "Concept of money"

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Funny amounts of money like monopoly

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Grabbin the concept that with negativity life can never happen,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

See you was there every year when i needed you

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,