This is a song about "Money making"

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

While im in the making

Bun b, i’m underground king

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Making money was the ideal

But it's clouds over here

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see