This is a song about "Monarchy monopoly monogamy monologue bisect"

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

With two glocks cocked just a couple more blocks and i'll stop my monologue

Of my inner monologue

No regard when i'm going at abroad

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Got two million quid in monopoly money,

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

And you ain't gettin a word in nigga this a monologue

I'd buck-a-rude rapper but i've got the monopoly.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Trapped into life's board game called monopoly

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Milton bradley monopoly keep your pieces copped

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,