This is a song about "Ass money"

I’m tryna be low key

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

To legitimize the prize money

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

They alll ran out of money.

Malia family, we the family

Anint shit funny, for the money

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Money come and money go still money problems addin up