This is a song about "Slaving for money"

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

She looks for money , i look for life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Start dissing, just listen to my vision, not here for money,

Hustle for dis country money

Let me rideuntil i get free

Anint shit funny, for the money

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Music is done without love but is done for the money

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

Man in the race for souls for money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

I put these poems all in these songs