This is a song about "I got my money"

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

I keep my money neat neat

The drug that they brain need

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

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

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

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Damn i forgot how much money he got

I got a hostile relationship with money like eminem and stan

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I got money mind and money on my wrist