This is a song about "Freestyle rap about money"

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Why yap about money, and all that

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I freestyle well my written work's swell and i rap like i'm from hell