This is a song about "Black people being noisy on a train"

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Or become a noisy niebour fast just for a thrill

In a room full of people so much is being said,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Running infront of a train

Parking lot of the blue flame

Move from the past to the present on the train

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Top dropped down, black on black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven