This is a song about "Making money and looking good"

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I making money everywhere i go

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Making money was the ideal

A born starter, in the game for real

Hustle for money and making livings

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,