This is a song about "Money and makein it"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I wish i’ll never see you again

Throwing money up and making it rain/

The money, i spent it.

I be on some other shit

Is a space that now you hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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