This is a song about "Bands money"

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Not hungry for my poetry

Getting to the money

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Although thought that we would grow

I heard that time is money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

That i have all the money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money