This is a song about "Bob like the money"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Young money like drake and nicki

Bitch, they call it motor city

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

So imma throw money in the air, like im tryin to pay the sky

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

To legitimize the prize money

And all women who had light features, see

I run for the money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks