If it ain’t money don’t know what the topic is/Don’t come out till next year that mean I’m rockin’ it/Order thirty-seven bottle call it poppin’ shit
Wiz’sneed to consume is so ingrained in him that he can’t help but buy his own hype. The cost, however, goes beyond monetary value, and begins to reveal where Wiz is going creatively – and it’s not good. This song is a mirror, one that reflects how he’s slowly becoming a caricature of himself.