This is a song about "Its my money"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I keep my money neat neat

Got a nigga seein things

Money in my pockets

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

People taking my money because

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

I treat my money like its sacred