This is a song about "Money khush fucking models trappin"

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Hustle for dis country money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

What them tippers don't see

Im in it for the money

Blow up on this society

How to get my rent money

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Ay yo you wonder who i are

We poppin' models like dahmer

Aint in this for the money but itd be nice to make some fucking bread

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on