This is a song about "Balling and money"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

With plenty of money and women

Catch you up on places i've been

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Malia family, we the family

And we gettin' money, over here,

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

And big money like hulk

But nah, he is quite different