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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Momma told him all that money will make you a fool

See your shit dont make sense you best repent

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Jeffy-d came at me, looking to slap me, fucked up wrist, didn't make me happy..

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Always make her happy so you know that you can't lose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Ok now everythings wonderful

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

Peep game don't let the money make you change

With foreign names, valet the range