This is a song about "Money i still dont got that rolley i still want"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin

That means that i ain't rapping for fame, and i still got many raps in store/

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Still got that blunt lit but im in school so no i aint gone pass

And all women who had light features, see

Would u still call me yours if i had no money?

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,

Your breaking me down but i still want ya...

Our children must be taught, of africa

I hope it still got a

The science and the art, africa