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

Its a war with the enemy

Getting to the money

And ima make you feel this like it

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

All this money don't mean shit if i aint gon spend it

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

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

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

You've managed to keep your ears pealed and make it this far

This rapping shit is all mine so bitch step back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap