This is a song about "Money callin so i got to go"

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

I making money everywhere i go

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

So here i begin to start and go

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Get you high, keep it on the low

So i guess i got to go