This is a song about "Trap shit money maken"

Drink some shit, money blows,

Got shows on top of shows

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

The way we making money on some stupid shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get