This is a song about "Eyes on money"

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Money on call for when i need it

Spending all my money on lids

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Staring at her puzzled , their eyes cemented ...on her

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Money wild i'm on the hunt

This is something different

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer