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

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

// [but the kid is not my son]

They say that karats help your vision

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

But im still young and the holder

And i ain't frontin for her

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

Ballin like some young kings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits