This is a song about "Money and freaks"

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Young money like drake and nicki

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You're talking to one of the greatest

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

U stole my money bread and dough

Who real bitches check me out though

Leaving you circus freaks needing emergency surgery

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty