This is a song about "Money gangs"

Not hungry for my poetry

Boy im out here chasing money

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

What them tippers don't see

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

That's why i'm after this money

Where you belong with your family

I run for the money

I'm a baller, literally

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

To legitimize the prize money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny