This is a song about "Make it rapping and getting all this money smoking get stress away"

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

I need to get out there soon, the cash is getting away

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

And for what? all that i've made i watch it slippin' away

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Crush the notes and fight the stress away

As: other plans got in the way

Take all money away...

I was raised this way

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Your addiction and your father, yeah i'll take it all away

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea