This is a song about "Jax teller"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Im the foremen of the rothschild fortune

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But for you its only a fortune,