This is a song about "Making money till the day we dead"

Never gonna change till the day i die

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke