This is a song about "My money keep coming"

Blasting out some backyard

Cause this is coming from my heart

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

I'm coming back to shock and awe, keep running, squawkin' with your clotted scars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Better days are coming i keep telling myself that

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that