This is a song about "Life money gambling family cars"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

For the family and my friends when life fades away (x2)

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

For the family and my friends when life fades away (x2)

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Trying to make money so my family could eat

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money