This is a song about "All dat money"

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Young money, d-town's all star

With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,

I'm the money who destroyed them all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Spending all my money on lids