This is a song about "Money get it"

Then it's money you get

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Take her back to where i live

To get money you commit crimes

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

That hoover figg get the money shit