This is a song about "I want more money"

I want nothing more to do with you

When i get to warwick avenue

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

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

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

Plus i love the limelight, who wouldn't if they love rhymes right, but i want more

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Nothin i want more, than to settle down and even the score.

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Started talking tough fuck i want my money damn i want it caching