This is a song about "Killling and having money"

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

And when you're having trouble and feeling really down

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

It's outrageus, people not having money for food