This is a song about "More money more p"

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Youll make more money workin at denny

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

No more money, no more fame

Things'll never be the same

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I killed my manager with an iron

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

And some more a couple more times