This is a song about "Money fame love friends growing up"

You got friends how only cares about your money!

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Growing up i had your posters o

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain