This is a song about "Money on the low"

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Money wild i'm on the hunt

She's a freak on the low but keeps it lady like don't swallow semen

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season

Ironically it subs like a hero

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow