This is a song about "Bail money"

How to get my rent money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hopin' that my niggas see

Getting to the money

Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's bustedthe cops whoopin on my nigga in jail

I wish my brother was freed, they fill the jails with blacks cause we can't afford the bail,

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Tryna cope like it's a six day on a bail,

Music is money, money isn't music

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Blow up on this society

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Then dad payed off my bail

Just like that... wale

Not hungry for my poetry

Getting to the money