This is a song about "I got money i got juice"

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Cause money ain't a thing if i got it i won’t spend

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I from kentucky. i got the mussel. i got the money. i got yellow hummer with the three on it.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

That's why i talk about money and what i got, and you ain't even know it,