This is a song about "Killing my opps and makin money"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

We a nation of hatin' and makin' speculation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Ironically it subs like a hero

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low