This is a song about "Earn money"

I'm on my uk shit

But now you gotta earn it.

How you expect to earn my trust

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Cos i have to earn and pay for my intellectual losses...

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

talking shit about me as if ma respect is so hard to earn

Live and learn, call outs and haters the least of my concern, i earn this adjourn,

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

Music is money, money isn't music

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit