This is a song about "Bunkery money"

That i have all the money

Its a war with the enemy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

If i can make them money

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Not bad using that dope money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

Hustle for dis country money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Almost lost my life to the industry

That's why i'm after this money