This is a song about "Money and rich stuff"

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

We don't ever make love

To get rich and famous,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff