This is a song about "Houston and a girl name liyah getting money out the ghetto"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Not hungry for my poetry

Getting to the money

We're living in a fantasy

Getting to the money

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money

By name, your girl is a nympho

In the club like fuck it, though

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,