This is a song about "Making money"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

I don't gotta be here

Making money was the ideal

About what they're not making

You know what i'm saying

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

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

I like to call that a quick flip

Music is money, money isn't music