This is a song about "Money and desingner"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

"money and blood don't mix

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Fuck the money and public opinion

Me and my microphone could be one

With plenty of money and women

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

For the money and power they've been concealin'

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes