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

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

My garage full of cars that bounce

The game and making new sounds

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Not only eating but i'm living good like kings and queens is

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service