This is a song about "Money and sex and waffles"

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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 got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

The youngest of my mother kids

"money and blood don't mix

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream