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

I'm on deck i'm up next

Growing up by myself

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

And getting money is the song i sing

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Kids growing up to be little pricks