This is a song about "Money and birches"

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

The youngest of my mother kids

"money and blood don't mix

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Hustle for money and making livings

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.