This is a song about "Money more problems"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

Like it might solve their problems

And i need you to show me love

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla