This is a song about "Making money"

While im in the making

Bun b, i’m underground king

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Music is money, money isn't music

Making money was the ideal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Rawest practice and making

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga