This is a song about "Exs and money"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Floor seats at that wizards game

Even with the money and the fame

A happy home, that's my fantasy

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

"money and blood don't mix

The youngest of my mother kids

And cash money supermarket like seth,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Fuck the money and public opinion

Lord knows that four door fit eight women