This is a song about "Im all about my money bitch"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Im all about i(eye) like optometrist,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I spend all my money, fuck the charity

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Spending all my money on lids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

So im take take my money buy spot

We dig the plot and never bury pot