This is a song about "Love and money"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

How could you love her and

This how i hear it different

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,