This is a song about "Money a"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Making her money she drive a mercedes

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"