This is a song about "Money gangs"

Not bad using that dope money

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

We're living in a fantasy

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Boy im out here chasing money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

To legitimize the prize money

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Getting to the money

Cause some of you bitches funny