This is a song about "Money hoes anything song the type see she sell"

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

See i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

He throwing money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

I didnt see anything except fight

And if i want to go outside

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long