This is a song about "The good and money"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Want the title but im always fighting under card

But whats the line between good and evil, light and dark

Even with the money and the fame

Parking lot of the blue flame

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see