This is a song about "Money and instagram"

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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And we gettin' money, over here,

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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

With plenty of money and women

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes