This is a song about "I don t love her get money"

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

I love the money but i hate the cheese

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Man did i get that, i could write a book on the love in her eyes with no setbacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

You get her cheap wódka, i get her chivas

Shit i'm the the rapper

Damn i think i love her