This is a song about "Arab money"

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

In other words i'm getting money

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Hustle for dis country money

Analyzing the arab ways , it wasn't right and it had to change/

Which prevents a better life and so i live in a cage,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

What's real/ i want to tell you a story about a beautiful arab

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

To legitimize the prize money

But five years from now i bet she see