This is a song about "Money dont buy happines"

To convince you to buy

Damn is your mattress dry

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money can’t buy you happiness but you can pursue,

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food