This is a song about "Lots of moeny"

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

That has lots of experience about cocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,