This is a song about "Trying to make money"

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

Secret society all we ask is trust

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

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

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

People trying to make you fail

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

Damn, they wanna label me a menace