This is a song about "Money and hos"

Took me mighty long to get here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

And they're robbing our money for tax

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Fuck the money and public opinion

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Hopin' when this bread get here