This is a song about "Don t rap about money"

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Cause i only rap about rape

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Why yap about money, and all that

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Money fast like eminem's rap

The third one is mixed, white and black

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/