This is a song about "Drus money"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

How to get my rent money

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Not hungry for my poetry

Getting to the money

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Boy im out here chasing money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Than the muse of a family

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Hopin' that my niggas see

That i have all the money