This is a song about "Money lords"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I only know the underground is filled with all the warring lords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Getting to the money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Less than an hour he beheads lords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Anint shit funny, for the money

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club