This is a song about "Money and the struggle"

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Fuck the money and public opinion

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Even with the money and the fame

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Even with the money and the fame

Look around: we the largest in the game

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.