This is a song about "Making money"

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Rawest practice and making

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

A ghetto in the making.

I got them saying

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Throwing money up and making it rain/

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

The way we making money on some stupid shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period