This is a song about "Floyd money maywea"

I’m tryna be low key

Getting to the money

Gone head an make that money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That i have all the money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Anint shit funny, for the money

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

We're living in a fantasy

Not bad using that dope money

In other words i'm getting money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep