This is a song about "A young kid making money and ballin out but the song is clean"

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

But i'm the one making an effort with a pad and pen

// everything in this song is unbelievable but true i had to let out

Element of loyalty, instead of that stupid bitch, what about

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

On a daily basis, ballin is the basics, this shit go so hard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period