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

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

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

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

You thought you got it made

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

They all need attention, they call me a g though

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Everytime i think of you, even a little