This is a song about "Money and hustling"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Take my bus and bust down money

The weed in me is real sticky

Young money like drake and nicki

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Enticed on money and vices alike,

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hustle for money and making livings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

With plenty of money and women

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And they're robbing our money for tax

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats