This is a song about "Money and makein it"

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

"money and blood don't mix

I be giving work to the kids

Take my bus and bust down money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Money on call for when i need it

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup