This is a song about "Im bout money"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Im bout to enter my prime

Once as a slave who imagined being free

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Im in it for the money

On they twitter writing novels, see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

While im bout to, go blow tree

Walk that body, talk that body