This is a song about "Money in my mind"

From the womb, my newborn child

In the back of my mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Introspective, always in my own mind,

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

This is to my unborn child

In my heart and in my mind

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

My goal in mind but not yet set

Money in my pockets

Without the sound of guns

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind