I write best about two things, which is evident from the cover of So Far Gone: the constant quest to understand love and money.

I come alive in the night time

All the care I would take, all the love that we made.. Now you trying to find somebody to replace what I gave to ya

I'll be right here in my spot wit a lil more cash than I already got trippin off you cause you had your shot

They say if you get her, you could understand her better and she known to be a cheater, but that's only if you let her.

I still just like everybody else need to meet quotas with my spins, with my buzz and make my way into the office. It has to be undeniable; the world has to know about you before Jay-Z makes a call.

What's up wit these new niggas? And why they think it all come so easy?