This is a song about "Get this money"

Money rules this city,nobody got pity

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

That hoover figg get the money shit

The real muscle in the message of that

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free