This is a song about "Money walks"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Walks in a bar weapon suppressed, bullet proof vest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Who walks down the strees thinking its cool to sag

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

So i parked in a tow-away zone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

So we can live again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

She walks past every damn day,i sit in my room and i just play,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay