This is a song about "Jugging and finessin"

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Living young and wild and free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is something different