This is a song about "Man making money"

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

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

The jager in my cup is licorice black

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

We're living in a fantasy

Man in the race for souls for money

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

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

I've got so much money man nothing is overpriced

The way we making money on some stupid shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Compared to "them" you're making baby money