This is a song about "Lackin on the money"

Getting to the money

Cause some of you bitches funny

This is everything that we call hype

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

When the money is due, you've already spent it on you, ha,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though