This is a song about "Money and cirroc"

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Size 9 fly kicks

"money and blood don't mix

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Get money like trump and rappas alike

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

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

U stole my money bread and dough

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though