This is a song about "Growing up making money my boy bpatt and duschene my fam"

Hustle for money and making livings

I came from humble beginnings

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Get outta my face, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Take my bus and bust down money

We're living in a fantasy

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Money got my fam going back words