This is a song about "Me my niggas and money"

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Sneak up on attack

And a niggas want me back

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance