This is a song about "Blowin money on hoes"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Enticed on money and vices alike,

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Money on call for when i need it

I know what you do with that

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Blowin on good, shits going so good i'm starting to think i was chosen

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Tryna kill my dreams

Spendin money on machines,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money