This is a song about "Making money and building reputations"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Building pyramid and temples its no mistake

You're uncool like my mother kin

And start making all kinds of commotion

And verbally swears the count in making

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Making money was the ideal

But it's clouds over here

Gimme a mic the building gonna get louder and louder,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Rawest practice and making

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat