This is a song about "Money and dummies"

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

U stole my money bread and dough

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

And they're robbing our money for tax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Young money like drake and nicki

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

And we gettin' money, over here,

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real