This is a song about "Money gangs"

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Shit with our whole family

Hustle for dis country money

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

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

To legitimize the prize money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Boy im out here chasing money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Cause some of you bitches funny

Getting to the money

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs