This is a song about "Money dont matter"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

And those scores don't matter.

Or my parade for that matter

I got something you've been waiting for

Cheese/ fuck the paypa , ill do my time , your money i dont need / so when

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Years for that matter, but no matter the matter

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

I got to a dissing habit dont matter who i defeat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip