This is a song about "Think money"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

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

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

And if you think i cant fuck with whoever put your money up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

You really think the money will get you anywhere? nope

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

They say nothings ever free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money