This is a song about "Money and my bousin lil key and my choppas"

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

U stole my money bread and dough

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Searching for the scroll and key, so i clutch my rosary,

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

Im trapped and love is the only key,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big