This is a song about "Money myths"

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

If i can make them money

But five years from now i bet she see

How to get my rent money

Gone head an make that money

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Music is money, money isn't music

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I’m tryna be low key

Getting to the money