This is a song about "Drus money"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Gone head an make that money

And all women who had light features, see

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

To legitimize the prize money

Blow up on this society

If i can make them money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I’m tryna be low key

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But make sure if they do see

But five years from now i bet she see

That's why i'm after this money