This is a song about "Humble money"

I may hear black jokes but i stay humble,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I can sing an be humble

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Now im untouchable even in the worst situation i enjoy it all, humble i know

Anint shit funny, for the money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Music is money, money isn't music

So drop the slam and lets get sick

You saw us on the dance floor, you acted all humble,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,