This is a song about "Greece money"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

In greece i'd pilot a chariot thru skies at morning

Getting to the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Not bad using that dope money

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Shit with our whole family

They alll ran out of money.

Music is money, money isn't music

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Im in it for the money

We're living in a fantasy

I ain't got no money,

Than the muse of a family