This is a song about "I m getting money"

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

We getting money, you can face the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

How beautiful are thou, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels