This is a song about "Money and demoralizing"

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

With plenty of money and women

So now she picks up the gun

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And cash money supermarket like seth,

U stole my money bread and dough

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams