This is a song about "Counterfeit money"

I ain't got no money,

They say nothings ever free

Anint shit funny, for the money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Getting to the money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

I rap about what i know, not dying, counterfeit and bliss

Hustle for dis country money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Basically my conclusion is that your care for the world is counterfeit

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots