when the paper's not the mecca, destination, ay of your life and you feel like there's something else you need counting all the money but it's never adding up [] because everytime I get more paper I feel hungrier I feel hungry, ay man I feel that everyday [] trying everything to make ends meet but they keep diverging can you just imagine when you cannot reach your dreams because you can never have enough of anything you can't have enough of it ,even when you're rich you can never be content with any material thing the same can't be said for those who live without a thing [] they don't care about stupid materials, they have inner peace will I kill a nigga, all because of some cash is a life worth losing just because I want that life all this money devilish, it quite fit the pun that the cash is the Satan the devil in disguise getting rich, getting dirty, paint my palms red this shit feels like dejavu like something me and my paps read back then in the newspaper not so long back then it was talking bout a government obsessed with taxes niggas when they vying then they always lying with the same old lines that we'll improve your lives we trusted these bitches now they're on jet plain flying and we need to pay for that, so the taxes always hiking will I kill a nigga, all because of some cash is a life worth losing just because I want that life all this money devilish, it quite fit the pun that the cash is the Satan the devil in disguise