This is a song about "Make it rapping and getting all this money"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Back at it again all this money that i spend

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

You see iv’e been rapping all are around the world and you know it

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

This rapping shit is all mine so bitch step back

And i'm getting all the guap & you niggas can't stop it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Getting to the money

We're living in a fantasy