This is a song about "How s and money"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

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

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm a baller, literally

How to get my rent money

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

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill