This is a song about "Football and money"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Young money like drake and nicki

I’m tryna be low key

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

With plenty of money and women

She watchin' that oxygen

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real