This is a song about "Where the money"

Anint shit funny, for the money

Malia family, we the family

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

We're living in a fantasy

Money in the bank gotta have

How the fuck you wipe your ass

But still you have that money, and you come from where pay is lame,

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Blow up on this society

Man in the race for souls for money

Get money, dump the riches

On the slow jam of love

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack