This is a song about "Loose money"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Yo gonna loose and fail anyways

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Alcohol helps me get loose

Niggas die over shoes

The only smile that will surface is when all hell breaks loose

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Just a couple of no-good youths out on the loose

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Runner like my tongue was on the loose/

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Cut it loose and let it free,

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

My raps gone on forever, they carry loose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse