This is a song about "Killa money"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

They say nothings ever free

Getting to the money

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Getting to the money

Not hungry for my poetry

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Not bad using that dope money

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

If only i could rap to you

I'm a killa it's true

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men