This is a song about "Fake and money"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Take my bus and bust down money

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I just want somebody i can see

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

"money and blood don't mix

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks