This is a song about "Money love and trust"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Music is done without love but is done for the money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

On the bible you can run

With plenty of money and women

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

But i got backstabbed, i snapped and trust was never

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,