This is a song about "Money dont make you happy"

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

Peep game don't let the money make you change

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Gone head an make that money

They say nothings ever free

See your shit dont make sense you best repent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day