This is a song about "Living with money"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Striking her with blows he bellowed “where’s my money?”

With plenty of money and women

So the ones eye has freak don't run

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

61. young money with laxatives,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

If i don't make that man there dance

Detest living with no plans

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king