This is a song about "Got paid"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Your chick only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Whack rappers bowing down, basically homage is paid,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Our world is one big renegade, doing anything to get paid,

And i can't even look the other way

Just get paid, just another day

Wantin to borrow some cheese screamin please till they get paid

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Account the amount we are paid

Our vision never changed, we self made

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid