This is a song about "Making mother fucking money"

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Including every mother fucking soul it holds.

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

I making money everywhere i go

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Cuz ama mother fucking beast

No longer with us; he's deceased

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Hustle for money and making livings

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

But i wear mine on my head, supreme