This is a song about "Save that money"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

My rhyming could make money but i ain't paid for that,

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Well save it so long as that word ain't used for the gays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Now im sitting right under that money tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

"money over everything," is a fallacy mentality, that promotes living unhappily