This is a song about "Lots of moeny"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

Uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Takin lots of portraits

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Let me rideuntil i get free

Lots of them haven't even met me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars