This is a song about "Money house and crack"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

His homie went to his house and opened the door

Who know this be the life that i really live

Now middle class with a nice house and a better life,

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame