This is a song about "Eyes on money"

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

My eyes automatically, locked on to her, no word of lie uh!

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And simplify my life to keep my eyes on rap and write?

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven