This is a song about "In it"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It appears in your unwitty songs

Im in it for the money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Tap, tap it in putter

That's what rains for

You ask me who i'm stroking now

Check it in, do it anyhow

Well baby bot there ain't no question

So hard that it imprinted in