This is a song about "Trying to make money"

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

We all simple human beings trying to make a place.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

People trying to make you fail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Im trying to make myself known

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,