This is a song about "Ak47 money thots and gangs"

U stole my money bread and dough

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I pop one, you pop one

With plenty of money and women

I got money mind and money on my wrist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Women front, they get its cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly