This is a song about "Rebel money"

That's why you burn in hell you aint a rebel

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

I'm a rebel, a rebel. hear my rebel yell.

Music is money, money isn't music

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

She never ready to go so she forever come

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

So get on my level your a coward i'm a rebel

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Call me a rebel i'm the new

It may be not the same for you