This is a song about "Money laundering"

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But make sure if they do see

Boy im out here chasing money

Almost lost my life to the industry

Anint shit funny, for the money

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

To legitimize the prize money