This is a song about "The bags full of money hidden in the floor"

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

"i love you" he said on top of the balcony floor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

I turned into something they never became

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics