This is a song about "Chopppa and money"

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

I got money mind and money on my wrist

This how i hear it different

And big money like hulk

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But this real, fuck how you feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Take my bus and bust down money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And they're robbing our money for tax