This is a song about "Hoscwant that money"

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

There's too much money that you withdrew

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

My rhyming could make money but i ain't paid for that,

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

Why yap about money, and all that

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap