This is a song about "Getting my money"

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Getting in touch with my mental.

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Take my bus and bust down money

Cause some of you bitches funny

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Money in my pockets

Getting to the money

I came up hungry