This is a song about "Haters and money"

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

With plenty of money and women

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

"money and blood don't mix

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Take my bus and bust down money

From curb surfingwe working the industry

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And big money like hulk

So dunn stay silent