This is a song about "I have money"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

Have been forgot except for money trees that grew,

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

But once again i procrastinate for the money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Didn't have it for a year so the money was wasted

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I have money in my pocket, gotta rolls royce hydraulic suspension,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin