This is a song about "All money"

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

All i know is money drains

While working on my mistakes

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

So imma chase money all day

Tell me how can we live this way

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

So give me all your money and don't try nothing funny