This is a song about "In it for money"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money

In other words i'm getting money

Look it something they can't ever see

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I run for the money

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again