This is a song about "I got more mon"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Hurling myself at an easel, i got more endurance than a diesel

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Starvin artist i still got more bread than him

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Only thing i havent got is more stitches than you

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last