This is a song about "Making money and fuck"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

And if you think i cant fuck with whoever put your money up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Fuck the money and public opinion

Hard to move on when you always regret one

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And verbally swears the count in making

I do the right thing

Rawest practice and making

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket