This is a song about "Money gangs"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I heard that time is money

But i kinda like your company

Music is money, money isn't music

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

I put these poems all in these songs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Not bad using that dope money

Boy im out here chasing money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree