This is a song about "Money and freaks"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Hustle for money and making livings

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Take my bus and bust down money

Look it something they can't ever see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

With sewage leaks an wounded mutant freaks

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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