This is a song about "Financial responsibility"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i be throwing my problems on you as if its your responsibility,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

From responsibility to its dirt

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Ass need a saddle

Cash money, financial

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

He takes no responsibility and fakes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I got the power, and the responsibility

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money