This is a song about "Getting fucking money with marley"

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

I'm caged up in state prison

With plenty of money and women

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

In other words i'm getting money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I just want somebody i can see

Getting bored with this industry,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Thought that getting money was the only payment

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

We getting money, you can face the facts