This is a song about "In love wit the money"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Just before they seen my money in the green

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!