This is a song about "Money and cirroc"

You just working with the scraps you was given

Fuck the money and public opinion

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Yellow diamonds in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

I be giving work to the kids

"money and blood don't mix

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money