This is a song about "Hundreds money"

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Keep spendin hundreds til im buried in one hundreds

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

What them tippers don't see

I ain't got no money,

Boy im out here chasing money

Malia family, we the family

I run for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

They calling me often to offer me walls