This is a song about "Ballin and money"

With plenty of money and women

I want to fight the music on this one

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

And big money like hulk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

"money and blood don't mix

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I've got nothin' to worry about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.