This is a song about "Money and freaks"

Enticed on money and vices alike,

You gotta make sure you aim right

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Hustle for money and making livings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Like curses on the radio

U stole my money bread and dough

I figured out that it don't matter for real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear