This is a song about "Killa money"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Hustle for dis country money

I came up hungry

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Cash money, financial

Ass need a saddle

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

But five years from now i bet she see

I heard that time is money