This is a song about "All that fucking money"

But i kinda like your company

That i have all the money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And looking back at all the shit, that seems so fucking crazy,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Started dropping names cuz i thought that was all i ever fucking had!

Why yap about money, and all that

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Young money, d-town's all star

You're in a seminar

I want it all... all of the money

Where you belong with your family

She raised all that money to send me to university,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Gone head an make that money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree