This is a song about "Trap shit money maken"

You ain't gon find that

Comming straight outta the trap

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

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

My shit is full of it spending money ten dollars a dime

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

That hoover figg get the money shit

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

And shit, y'all wonder why we rappers will talk money,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees