This is a song about "Money too many drinks"

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

Too many guys coming after us with menace

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Too many years of racism allow me with greater wisdom,

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

The glare makes me hard to find

He drinks too much coke and speaks with a stutter,

As: and while you’re in my mother