This is a song about "Gettin money"

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And we gettin' money, over here,

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Without gettin in my pay

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Gettin weak all in my knees

Got tired of running from the police

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Music is money, money isn't music

The only time i flirt with her

Days were gettin colder

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown