This is a song about "Balling and money"

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

You need to stick to balling

I'm up early in tha morning

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Lil prps like 3 digits

"money and blood don't mix

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up