This is a song about "Money bags"

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Music is money, money isn't music

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Getting to the money

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I want millions of body bags

Now if you give us a chance

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion