This is a song about "Not making money"

The way we making money on some stupid shit

The real muscle in the message of that

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Throwing money up and making it rain/

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money