This is a song about "Rebel money"

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Fuck rules i'm a rebel if you niggas didn't know

The sun gives light cause it is the window

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Acting like a rebel

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Call me a rebel i'm the new

He ain't give a fuck about you