This is a song about "Makeing money"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That's why i'm after this money

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Cause some of you bitches funny

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Cash money, financial

Ass need a saddle

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,