This is a song about "Ill be trowing money in the air"

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

So imma throw money in the air, like im tryin to pay the sky

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Aint in this for the money but itd be nice to make some fucking bread

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

One in the air for the people who fight

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Ill be the best in any rap battle