This is a song about "People stealin my clothes"

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Summertime in the city

Not on no stealin spree,

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I took my clothes of and climbed on top of her she and i kissed and kissed, making out i prefer,

Won't stop stealin pride till my ego's worth millions

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Gentrification forcing my people to relocate