This is a song about "Money and beer"

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Crack another beer and grab the gear to have it out of the way, safe

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Enticed on money and vices alike,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up