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

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

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/

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them

Why yap about money, and all that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free