This is a song about "Fuck money"

Where you belong with your family

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

To legitimize the prize money

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Started talking tough fuck i want my money damn i want it caching

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Cheese/ fuck the paypa , ill do my time , your money i dont need / so when