This is a song about "Money and anything"

Innovative and i'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I can taste the salt from my tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Take my bus and bust down money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

And it is anything i want and bitch i want it all

And i'd do anything just to break away

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay