This is a song about "I make money"

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

I run for the money

I came up hungry

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Cause some of you bitches funny

I heard that time is money

I make money high like jordan

See, i'm second to no one