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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Growing up i had your posters o

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

The truth shall be told

Skipping class and growing cold

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

So hold back ya tears

Growing up by myself

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Im getting stacks of money everyday.