This is a song about "Regret for the greater good"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

She can only take so much more than her heart got

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

Does it disect all the chaos turning it to something greater?

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Waiting for the seasons to weaken it seems like a good idea

Reaches for the razor in the dresser drawer, oh god this can't be good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look