This is a song about "I got my money up"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

But i got more tricks up my sleeves then fucking ben ten

I’m tryna be low key

I ain't got no money,

I got a girl up on my mind

From the womb, my newborn child

I got money my crew and all the fans

Know it good when she go no hands

Car with no limit what

So i got to clean my act up,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

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