This is a song about "Money all day"

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Why yap about money, and all that

They smoke there blunts all day....

And let the beat play

All i know is money drains

While working on my mistakes

Young money, d-town's all star

She prayed on me passing that bar

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Be wearin crockadillys all and every day

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Sprouted all these money trees

That'll do anything that i please