This is a song about "I got more mon"

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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

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

I got more wins then legs on a fuckin centipede

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last