This is a song about "Money on tittiea"

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

She spends money like it grows on trees/

I'm everything that they call nice

Malcolm x, by any means

Spendin money on machines,

Money wild i'm on the hunt

I fear no opponent

Spending all my money on lids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits