This is a song about "Money s flowing"

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Flowing sweeter than some motherfucking molasses,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Have a party at my funeral

I'm flowing in a circle

When you hear my rhymes flowing with eloquence

Penncounting pennys over tha years