This is a song about "Money in dat sack"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Full clip in dat tech boy fye yo ass up feed to my pets now you chopped up

They can’t even come around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Make money put it in the lobby

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

In other words i'm getting money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free