This is a song about "Money life rap haters"

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

She looks for money , i look for life

I'm everything that they call nice

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

Fuck rules, skate life, rap, write, repeat twice

This is how she want to live

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.