This is a song about "Money and hoed"

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

"money and blood don't mix

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Enticed on money and vices alike,

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Hustle for money and making livings

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes