This is a song about "Money bound"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And if you argue with descartes, then you're bound to get hit,

I'mma catch you next time around

Your annoyance is bound,

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Just stop and listen, you’re bound to have an earful

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

But hey, they're bound to do whatever it takes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

After he just got out, 15 years to count

A battle you're bound to loose so why introduce yourself to me, i'm marvelous,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love