This is a song about "Money and men"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.