This is a song about "Money life rap haters"

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Man i can't understand if my life weren't rap,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I got those haters facin death they ass lookin for a life line

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat