This is a song about "Money and niggas"

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Women front, they get its cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And big money like hulk

If you ever feel alone and

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Young money like drake and nicki

And yall niggas right the flow

This one right here for polo

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up