This is a song about "Conny money"

Not hungry for my poetry

Boy im out here chasing money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Anint shit funny, for the money

I ain't got no money,

I came up hungry

Hustle for dis country money

Hopin' that my niggas see

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I heard that time is money

I'm a baller, literally

Gone head an make that money