This is a song about "Money bags teens green gold awesome"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I thought that all the green gold had finally gone to my head,

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Tryna kill my dreams

Yea hears to the fucked up teens

Fuckin' teens need protection,

What up girl, tell me how you been

? all white but the phantom is all black

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

All this paper i fold

Spiritual, fool's gold