This is a song about "C money and g money are so cool they like froyo and starbucks but not school"

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

And so are my memories, but if it's gone it's not important

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life

Money is nice but it has his place and still causes strife,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool