This is a song about "Make that money"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

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

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

My rhyming could make money but i ain't paid for that,

Ha, running rebel on another level

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Peep game don't let the money make you change

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

Momma told him all that money will make you a fool

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Peep game don't let the money make you change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge