I get on with life as a 39ER, I'm a tough kinda person. I like selling weed and killing. I like to contemplate pussycat. But when I start to daydream, My mind turns straight to money. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about money with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's pussycat making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Pussycat or... Money?