This is a song about "Money bags"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

Blow up on this society

Getting to the money

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Call the network dipset family ties

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Music is money, money isn't music

I want millions of body bags

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance