This is a song about "Money my lady"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

I got money dripping from my pockets.

I be giving work to the kids

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

People are starving, you talking bout balling

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

This crazy lady, call her my baby

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Take my bus and bust down money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Gotta make sure we have enough money, cause my lady said "i'm late"

Money in my pockets

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix