This is a song about "Lackin on the money"

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Try to think of spending money on other things besides the platinum

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind