This is a song about "Football and money"

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

"money and blood don't mix

When you spill out hits

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Dc has never seen such progress

With plenty of money and women

They had a hell of a run

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Hustle for money and making livings

Yeah months in every night she's in tears