This is a song about "Love of the money"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I do it for the love of the show, i show it cause i love it

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

The love of my life, the light of my eyes

Never miss these things, see my game precise

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president