This is a song about "Counterfeit money"

Music is money, money isn't music

Super magic, abracadabra kid

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Not hungry for my poetry

Gone head an make that money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

And of course, my car's off course

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Where you belong with your family

Hustle for dis country money

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate