This is a song about "Money weed basketball hoes dick streets rap mrek mill"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Money fast like eminem's rap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams