This is a song about "Whores money music"

Music is money, money isn't music

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I'm everything that they call nice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Moving houses for supposed whores

I'm the talk of the town

Flub it when whores wound down

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music