This is a song about "Heel money"

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

From curb surfingwe working the industry

To legitimize the prize money

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Dopeness became my achilles' heel being simply ill cause my skill in these lyrics has to grow

I ain't got no money,

I came up hungry

Gone head an make that money

Not hungry for my poetry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Im in it for the money

Either way we body for money

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree