This is a song about "Trying to make money"

Streets are tough, are you trying to make peace with us?

The critics are calling me conscious

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

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

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

All trying to make it in the number one spot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot