"Make some money" was an exceptionally frustrating song to write because I couldn't figure it out... I couldn't figure out where it was going, what it was about, what it should sound like. It typically takes me about a day (or 2) to write a song but "Make some money" took about a month and a half of writing, re-writing, scribbling, cancelling, fear, anxiety, "The fuck is this shit?" and gradual progress. (Side note: I wrote the first verse in (around) 15 minutes, the rest of the song took the month and a half)
I'm almost always in a perpetual state of concern about my current life and whether the things I choose to do (those that I really enjoy and believe in) will positively impact my future life. A lot, almost all, of my songs are about that. Even if they sound like they're about someone, they're really just conversations I'm having with myself about my anxieties, fears, hopes and escapisms.
"Make some money" also doesn't have a single or chronological narrative (like "Milk and honey")... I wrote it when I was frustrated about being a student doing a course that I gradually began to hate, I wrote it after talking to my parents on the phone and feeling like I should have a more solid plan for my life, I wrote it when I was thinking about how (part of) my self-identity is tied to complete financial independence that I hope to have one day, I wrote parts of it about a guy I had a thing with once who I knew was both the best and worst thing for me, I wrote it when I moved to a new place and felt both suffocated and free.
I wrote it when I was sharply aware of how both equally lost and sure I felt.