This is a song about "Cause i hold to my money"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

How to get my rent money

I keep my money neat neat

Me and my peeps often meet

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Trying to hold back my feelings is something i've had to do,

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I'm never faded though

I need my money pronto

Cause money ain't a thing if i got it i won’t spend

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end