This is a song about "Money and cold hearted people"

You're beautiful, sweet, nice, caring, and good hearted.

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Cold hearted, compose art, i do it now for jesus' name,

If people shit on you all your life and left you there out cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free