This is a song about "Fucking pussy and making money"

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

I making money everywhere i go

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

And im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design

Throwing money up and making it rain/

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap