This is a song about "Killin fools fo they money"

And i'm plantin money trees but they don't bring me stress

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Gunning down ignorant fools when they wanna act,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Constant battles of fools

And still got my nike boots

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,

They alll ran out of money.

Not hungry for my poetry

They sucking up your money,but not your cock

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Because yall are fucking fools.