This is a song about "Money long like a track"

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I'll backhand slap you, and write a track to tell you what i don't like!

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

We on a world tour, wale your man

Money long from here to japan

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I'll backhand slap you, and write a track to tell you what i don't like!

Money runs like a golden river

That i will leave earth with her

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Took in the info like my new track

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back