This is a song about "All money"

Young money, d-town's all star

The engine in back of my car

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

The dead society of a poet

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

U took all my money and ran away...

The youngest of my mother kids

Spending all my money on lids

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

So imma chase money all day

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Run a cartel like a real rick ross