This is a song about "Money motivated never hated"

The reflection of everything you've ever hated

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Bein the one always hated

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

You gotta stay motivated so you can make it

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Its so sad that theyre so hated

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie