This is a song about "Mo ney"

Any many mini mo

Down just so we can grow

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

And i need you to show me love

Mo' money, mo' problems

No more ho-ney, in the, tea. putting comma's infront of each word,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And be alive any many mini mo

Lost my nigga over nothing though

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

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds