This is a song about "I got my money in the truck"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

That's why i keep my money in my mattress

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Check my letter i got christmas money,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

We hooked up... in the back of my homeboys truck.

It pretends it’s a soul in a entity

I spend all my money, fuck the charity