This is a song about "Money tres"

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Music is money, money isn't music

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

How to get my rent money

We're living in a fantasy

Getting to the money

They say nothings ever free

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

They alll ran out of money.

But five years from now i bet she see

Blow up on this society

Either way we body for money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money