This is a song about "Money and riches"

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I've got weapons in words, i've got weapons in hands, riches and rags, coming

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

'cuz we ain't never had shit, never had riches and dough,

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,