This is a song about "Money ain t everything"

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

But you say im everything

Questioning the whole meaning

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

"money over everything," is a fallacy mentality, that promotes living unhappily

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby