This is a song about "Money and hos"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

I'm rolling down the window

U stole my money bread and dough

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Yellow diamonds in my ear

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I just play my part make moves like chess