This is a song about "Money n death"

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Of his death, such similarity

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I shall but love thee better after death.

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Dc has never seen such progress

Give a mic the kiss of death

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//