This is a song about "Money and rich stuff"

By any means necessary get campaign right

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Rub the wood and ima show em love

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Never agree with that message

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Let's have a toast for this new love

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch