This is a song about "Money goes"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Music is money, money isn't music

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I promise to keep it honest

365 goes faster when you blink

Got shows on top of shows

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

But sorry this the way the game goes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Nos, however the name goes,

Live from the lamont's rose