This is a song about "Making the money"

Anint shit funny, for the money

Not hungry for my poetry

Where the thing is amazing

The mess you've been making.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I making money everywhere i go

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

What them tippers don't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Quietly becoming a top tier

Making money was the ideal