This is a song about "Racing for money"

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Anint shit funny, for the money

But i kinda like your company

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But once again i procrastinate for the money

Man in the race for souls for money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Music is done without love but is done for the money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,