This is a song about "Making money smoking dope"

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

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

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Maybe i should take up smoking dope again