This is a song about "Sad life money hate"

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

I'm hyped up now this life is great, i don't care if you don't smoke just please don't hate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

She looks for money , i look for life

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

But i'm still white, sometimes i just hate life