This is a song about "Clothes and getting money"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Getting to the money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And i can't even look the other way

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

We getting money, you can face the facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard