This is a song about "I make money"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Momma told him all that money will make you a fool

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

I make enough money to buy bullets to waste though

Gone head an make that money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

Youll make more money workin at denny

That i have all the money

I'm a baller, literally

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest