This is a song about "Killling and having money"

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I go to just take one and i end up like having eight

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Having my up and downs, it's in the genes, yes

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

"money and blood don't mix

I only got four minutes

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old