This is a song about "Back to the money"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I told him when i reach back from the club i better see that money though (see that money though)

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Went to school and sat in the back

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

From the honey to money with nothing comforting left in sight

This is why her nigga mad

Makin money back to back

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Been runnin to the money since my first steps