This is a song about "Gettin money and blowin up"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

And if you think i cant fuck with whoever put your money up

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Erbbody blowin up my phone no distractions so you know we gonna do this

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Throwing money up and making it rain/

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Cause there'll never be peace

Write and same time blowin reef.

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And we gettin' money, over here,

But reality shows ain't real