This is a song about "Gu ns and money"

And the v12, that's on various trips

"money and blood don't mix

And we gettin' money, over here,

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

You light-years behind here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Although thought that we would grow

U stole my money bread and dough

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers