This is a song about "Making money all day"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

One day ill be making nothing but grands.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

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

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

But i - somehow, some way

And start making all kinds of commotion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

All while i'm making a name

You just tryin' to run game

So imma chase money all day

I've got so much to say