This is a song about "Being poor making money guns gangs and losing family"

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Hustle for money and making livings

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

They got all this money while people are poor

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt