This is a song about "Help build pwater well in uganda by donating money"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I guess i'll have to find something to help the by and by.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I'm stunned by you i can't help but stare

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Got no money to help me sustain. writing these songs has had me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

They say nothings ever free

In other words i'm getting money

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Your bitch want to fuck, well that's fine by me

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,