This is a song about "Make some money"

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Drink some shit, money blows,

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make