This is a song about "Clothes and getting money"

In other words i'm getting money

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Getting to the money

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,