This is a song about "If it aint about cash nigga i dont understand"

But its only if you allow it and nigga i dont allow shit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

I dont understand you,

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Now you got me hopped up on that

They say they dont understand it,

Understand i dont need a weapon

Magic city tipping them

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Trying to renovate the game

I dont care about the fame

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Get in bitch, dont worry, it aint scary