This is a song about "How s and money"

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

By any means, if ya like it or not

Damn i forgot how much money he got

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You got friends how only cares about your money!

And the discography, somethin' you got to see