This is a song about "Money ball that s all hoes check"

Could i make you my baby

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

I must go like fly route

We got money so we ball out

Fuck that just gimme my check,

My voice make her wet

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Check my letter i got christmas money,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

You, you, you have to pay for that

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

Not hungry for my poetry

That i have all the money

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

And my vision isn't set on the money i get