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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Gotta just keep on rolling

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

I mean of course just the same old

Skipping class and growing cold

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

I'm getting worked up and my head is light