This is a song about "Money and success"

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Hustle for money and making livings

Me and a ball thats a recipe for success

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I got money mind and money on my wrist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And everybody's having sex

Tryna fuck this, no success

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers