This is a song about "Money and birches"

For the money and power they've been concealin'

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

From curb surfingwe working the industry

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Randy don't always talk about money and drug