This is a song about "Making money smoking dope"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Making her money she drive a mercedes

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Maybe i should take up smoking dope again

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny