This is a song about "Hustling and drug money"

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Thanks to me your a drug fiend and going insane

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share