This is a song about "Money and champagne"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

It’s official, she my misses

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

With plenty of money and women

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Hustle for money and making livings

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

I remember last night i was poppin champagne