This is a song about "Having lots of money"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Always knew where the pot was

There has been controversy and i've seen the lots of news,

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

We pray while we prey on competition