This is a song about "His and money"

Its a war with the enemy

Take my bus and bust down money

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Fuck the money and public opinion

Money is nice but it has his place and still causes strife,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

And bijies like im out and

And big money like hulk

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold