This is a song about "Making money off hits"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

I'm killin' off bitches, the shit that i'm spittin's so vicious it hits like a head-on collision

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

I've been making the most money you've ever seen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

So now they making millions off of prisons

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

The way we making money on some stupid shit