This is a song about "You think you re made of money"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

When theres money to be made, you know the battle cranks

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

These lil niggas is babies, why you think made them my son for?

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

If you think this rap is weird, it's not made for you.

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

U made this fake life of yours but you can't live it

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

You write about love and you think you above all of

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent