This is a song about "God about my money"

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

For setting up traps

God damn pull out my racks

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money