This is a song about "I got money like i m white"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

And she throws up whatever she eats

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Also i've got white skin, fuck, i thought it'd help me,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

I ain't got no money,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Cause money ain't a thing if i got it i won’t spend

Check my letter i got christmas money,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Got a sign on my dick