This is a song about "Money for my streets"

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Either way we body for money

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

That was my influence

Been on the streets for five years

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep