This is a song about "Money myths"

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

To legitimize the prize money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

On they twitter writing novels, see

How to get my rent money

Music is money, money isn't music

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

It's moe, all i need is more chips

We're educating with myths