This is a song about "Makeing money"

They alll ran out of money.

Shit with our whole family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boy im out here chasing money

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Hustle for dis country money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

If i can make them money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Blow up on this society

I ain't got no money,

To legitimize the prize money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But i kinda like your company

How to get my rent money