This is a song about "Love of the money"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Never break, took a break though

For the love of the gameeeeee (echo)

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus