This is a song about "If it ain t about the money"

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

All this money don't mean shit if i aint gon spend it

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Fuck that job been around that block

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Would it surprise you if i told you facts about the poor whites,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that