This is a song about "Money"

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Getting to the money

Not hungry for my poetry

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Not bad using that dope money

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I’m tryna be low key

I ain't got no money,

Cause some of you bitches funny

Im in it for the money