This is a song about "Money and boys"

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Being fly was priority to the lowest

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

And getting money is the song i sing

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

If you know me and my boys, don't mention us,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody