This is a song about "Yo chek it yong nigga gating money and it nite funny"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

People give away their soul for it and its kind of funny

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I use it and abuse it, yo this music, it's a movement,

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Its funny how it swaps round

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I gets money,aint it's funny how we made it!