This is a song about "Making money drinking heeny though"

Hustle for money and making livings

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Making money was the ideal

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I told him when i reach back from the club i better see that money though (see that money though)