This is a song about "Trap shit money maken"

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

But i kinda like your company

Now you also talk shit about money

Comming straight outta the trap

But i muscle rap

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

You light-years behind here

All this money don't mean shit if i aint gon spend it

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And forget about the trap,