This is a song about "Money and goes"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

And this is how it goes when i awake

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

With plenty of money and women

But as time goes back and fourth,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And sometimes i write about when life goes good

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will