This is a song about "Money money money you can take off you re cloths"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

And by the way i'mma start

If it's money you want

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Not hungry for my poetry

If i can make them money

Where you belong with your family

Take my bus and bust down money