These lyrics reflection of self crying out for help
If money were the problems, they would all be spreading wealth
I could spit a line or two, about the different dimes I've screwed
They telling you its yours, like they told their other dudes
But in the heat of moment, reorganize your priorities
Rather be in the studio, then around some sororities
Cause bitches come and go but my youth doesn't
By the time Im 25 I wanna be someone
Someone
Simple as that
I got my cards played right, like I counted the stack
And they Claim to be connections, all they doing is lag
So when I cut em all off, I'm just cutting the slack
Cause Id rather have true friends, just by my side
4 quarters not 100 pennies Real ones not fake enemies
So whose with me, vamanous, call me Kauz or Jefe
Translation, this the plan, no other end game
I'm gone