This is a song about "Money and haters"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Look it something they can't ever see

Young money like drake and nicki

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Take my bus and bust down money

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

I got money mind and money on my wrist