This is a song about "Money and live"

Think i need another play

And live with my dismay

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

With plenty of money and women

Take my bus and bust down money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Im on, im on tha way

Live, and die, on this day.

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And they can't live in underground

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I refuse to be another being on this earth