This is a song about "If it ain t about the money"

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Would it surprise you if i told you facts about the poor whites,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Where you belong with your family

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

All this money don't mean shit if i aint gon spend it

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

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