This is a song about "Bout my money"

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Check my letter i got christmas money,

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

But it's way too soon to depart, money bout to enlarge,

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Money in my pockets

When you spill out hits