This is a song about "Money money money racks"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

To legitimize the prize money

I heard that time is money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

If i can make them money

Not hungry for my poetry

Cash money, financial

She all that i can handle

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Hustle for dis country money

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

They alll ran out of money.