This is a song about "God of money"

So rather follow the path of righteousness which is the mighty god

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

They alll ran out of money.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Money is the root of all evil

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal