This is a song about "Always making money"

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

I making money everywhere i go

Hustle for money and making livings

So here i am at the store for some chips

Making money was the ideal

Yellow diamonds in my ear

And all women who had light features, see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And my only fear's a wedding ring

The mess you've been making.