This is a song about "Money and makein it"

Young money like drake and nicki

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Money is nice but it has his place and still causes strife,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

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

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

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

That's why i talk about money and what i got, and you ain't even know it,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I got money mind and money on my wrist