This is a song about "Money house and crack"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I earn constant feedback, i don't earn for coke and crack

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,