This is a song about "How to get money and guns"

How to get my rent money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

I never thought the money and power would get to this level,

And how they gonna get off

And i can't help but stare, cause

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Ain't even tryna hold back

Thinking of how to get on track

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?