This is a song about "Money girls getting shot going through the struggle being black"

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Going through the purse of your spouse

We getting money, you can face the facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Just going through the motions

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

People getting shot because they're rockin' the wrong color,i don't stutter

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

No, nobody's getting shot

He say, she say, oh my god

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

While we going through the school

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus