This is a song about "Fuck the money"

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

But once again i procrastinate for the money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To legitimize the prize money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Man in the race for souls for money