This is a song about "In love wit the money"

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Cremate the money, put it in an urn

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

Money in the bank gotta have

While i'm rubbing on that ass

The hottest thing in the club ain't no falling in love

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac