This is a song about "Money money money"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Its a war with the enemy

Hustle for dis country money

If i can make them money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I run for the money

Shit with our whole family

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

I ain't got no money,

Blow up on this society

I’m tryna be low key

Getting to the money

Not hungry for my poetry

How to get my rent money