This is a song about "Easy money"

Growing up in the streets was easy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Sit back and relax take it easy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Tryna rule all the cash around me, but it's not easy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

They say life for me ain't comin easy,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Heroin don't speak easy, queasy

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Rapping ain't always this easy

Must be something you want me to see

Music is money, money isn't music

So drop the slam and let's get sick