This is a song about "Me and boys living the good and making money"

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

And the way the play the fame game is making me nauseous,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys