This is a song about "Not making money"

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

I making money everywhere i go

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

See i'm a good guy but when i see dead casualties

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Why not me the same thing

About what they're not making

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap