This is a song about "Money over niggas"

You already know you're dead

Dead they chose money over your head"

Dead they chose money over your head"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Taking over the world while the money adds up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Over here, money over there

And if they did, they didn't care

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

And i tried to warn you, but you niggas kept crossing over the line

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Always strap so i was alright

Over and over again tried