This is a song about "Winning money at casino"

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Beggin for money at a fire station, i evolved with this nation, im a master creation,

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Youll make more money workin at denny

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Ok you think a nigga shallow

My niggas is winning though