This is a song about "Money and sports"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Get money like trump and rappas alike

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Take my bus and bust down money

Not hungry for my poetry

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old