This is a song about "Money and dick"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Y'all get confused and call me dick

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Fuck the money and public opinion

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Take my bus and bust down money

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

But respect is more real, and ambition the key