This is a song about "Working money haters love beautiful cars drugs selling weed drinking liquar starting from the bottom"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Run away from the cars...

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Drinking straight from the keg

Im trying to see her in bed