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

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Growing up in the streets was easy

These faces and places are growing old,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I'm getting worked up and my head is light

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Kids growing up to be little pricks