This is a song about "Money for my streets"

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Either way we body for money

They say nothings ever free

Man in the race for souls for money

Malia family, we the family

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I run for the money

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,