This is a song about "Money talk"

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Every time that you talk

I got buku broad

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I just don't wanna talk

I make her cum a lot

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Now you also talk shit about money