This is a song about "Life and getting money"

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

In other words i'm getting money

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

Want the title but im always fighting under card

I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch