This is a song about "Money only option"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I perspire too often i require an option to retire to talking

But failure's not an option, jack

The door crack, niggas all black

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Because you're my only option and it's something i can't hide.

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Malia family, we the family

Hustle for dis country money

Music is money, money isn't music

And california on that jerk shit