This is a song about "Money hungry"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

You can tell by my size this lil niggas always been hungry

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

These dog bitches hungry

And they can't see the tragedy

Drive camaros, hungry

Fuck fame, fuck money

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke