This is a song about "Raps about money and sex"

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Why yap about money, and all that

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

If i told you about my sex life

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married