This is a song about "Mo fya"

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Isn't gonna happen no mo, we're putting our foots down

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

And be alive any many mini mo

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Mo' money, mo' problems

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The more mo bills i get the more shit come free to me

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

You wanna criticize dog try a little mo