This is a song about "Money loyalty respect family love truth dope haters power fuck bitches"

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Get money then bitches

That shoebox shit, over with

Blow up on this society

Not bad using that dope money

In bed he wept and seldom slept, he deserved respect to learn the truth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Got a house on hundred acres

Like fuck all the haters

Rappad gave me power to make dope ass flows,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

Ay yo you wonder who i are