This is a song about "Earn more money"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Youll make more money workin at denny

But something gets my nerve lit, a feeling i'd never earn shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

I see more money than a bank tel-ler...

More debt than money, you need to scheme to be one that governs

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth