This is a song about "Money love"

Either way we body for money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Ain't no women at the shows

Hustle for dis country money

But i kinda like your company

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

As i light one for ill will

Cash money, financial

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Blow up on this society