This is a song about "Dutch money"

But i doubt youd ever want to go back to being dutch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

If i can make them money

What them tippers don't see

How to get my rent money

I'm a baller, literally

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

I run for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Either way we body for money