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

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

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

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

Is a space that now you hold

Skipping class and growing cold

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

I'm getting worked up and my head is light

Growing up by myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

End up doing coke and getting bigger than hulk hogan.

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood