This is a song about "Man making money"

I am a one man army,already making him look sorry,hurting him so harshly

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Man in the race for souls for money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Why do we give money to those who lie on a man?