This is a song about "Making money till the day we dead"

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Defiant to the death, till the day the ropes around my neck

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Welcome to organized crime

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

I refuse to be another being on this earth

But yet till this day the story you tell differs,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,