This is a song about "Boys and money"

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

If you know me and my boys, don't mention us,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I got money mind and money on my wrist