This is a song about "The good and money"

Anyone could turn good and peaceful and start seeing the sequel

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

“the good die young” and “the good suffer cuz of the bad” what a pun

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Even with the money and the fame