This is a song about "People who think its all about them"

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

I'm the money who destroyed them all

We all have dreamed about perform on a stage, hundred thousand people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Now think about it, you want innocent people to die?/

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Its about time i kill all the songs that people wanna listen

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Chasing money in the city of crime

I think about her all the time