This is a song about "Making money"

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

I’m a star in the making

I'm doing the same thing

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Music is money, money isn't music

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

About what they're not making