This is a song about "Making money"

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

About what they're not making

I’m a star in the making

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Music is money, money isn't music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

The mess you've been making.

I was born to do the damn thing

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

A ghetto in the making.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Making money was the ideal