This is a song about "Whore dick blaming making money taco"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Hustle for money and making livings

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Almost lost my life to the industry

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Now i'm making insicions in your dick skin with a pair of scissors

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Making money was the ideal

Quietly becoming a top tier

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep