This is a song about "Making mother fucking money"

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Including every mother fucking soul it holds.

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

So we blame this mother fucking society