This is a song about "Balling and money"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

You light-years behind here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

For the money and power they've been concealin'

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Take my bus and bust down money

Where you belong with your family

Maybe in the morning

You need to stick to balling

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,