This is a song about "Money and druvs"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And they're robbing our money for tax

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Hustle for money and making livings

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Young money like drake and nicki

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

"money and blood don't mix