This is a song about "Making money and being successful"

Throwing money up and making it rain/

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I've been making the most money you've ever seen

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

My story if you looked at it, and carefully read it, you will notice successful endings

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips