This is a song about "Money and hennesy"

I came from humble beginnings

Hustle for money and making livings

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Let me rideuntil i get free

Young money like drake and nicki

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

And they're robbing our money for tax

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

With plenty of money and women

Because he made his decision