This is a song about "How s and money"

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

It's funny how money is truly the one in control

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul