This is a song about "My paisa"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Just a place that they can come

My words are my rhythm

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

That's why i'm makin' money

My own unknown is my enemy,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

This is my original, my validation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun