This is a song about "Kids and money"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And speak to suburban kids

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold