This is a song about "Money n death"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Give a mic the kiss of death

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

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Music is money, money isn't music

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

So i'm sent to select / the rest sentenced to death n' perish quick

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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