This is a song about "More money"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

I'm going off the top of the brain

No more money, no more fame

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

I killed my manager with an iron

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

How to get my rent money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But five years from now i bet she see

Getting to the money

I came up hungry

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see