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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

I stay alive till the day i strive

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Till the day i reach the throne

Ma want me to go find a wife

I stay alive till the day i strive

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit