This is a song about "Money and cirroc"

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Get money like trump and rappas alike

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

And they're robbing our money for tax

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Fuck the money and public opinion

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed