This is a song about "Growing up and getting money"

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Kids growing up to be little pricks

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

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

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

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

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

And it just ends up getting her angry so...

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck