This is a song about "Balling and money"

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

You need to stick to balling

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I got money mind and money on my wrist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Hustle for money and making livings

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.