This is a song about "Three sons empire just came of jail rich"

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

I just pray for my father in jail.

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Father was rich enough to pay, child would never have any sons

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

And you know its just us three

I was wondering maybe

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug