This is a song about "Fuck rappin bout money n drugs"

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Fuck the money and public opinion

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Fuck i'll smack a bitch, half of this rappin' shit ain't happening,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks