This is a song about "Money get it"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I want it all... all of the money

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Because if you get all that money, you should give it right back,

Money on call for when i need it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket