This is a song about "Money and fake people"

People taking my money because

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Hit and miss these fake crips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

For people to die, because no money is sent?

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And fake friends need some therapy.

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips