This is a song about "God about my money"

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

My god has the biggest jaw

Life of and outlaw

I don't know, obviously i disappear

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

God bitch, you about to make me suffocate!

You got friends how only cares about your money!

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

I think about us and this god-forsaken town

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down