This is a song about "Money"

Hustle for dis country money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I ain't got no money,

Boy im out here chasing money

From curb surfingwe working the industry

They alll ran out of money.

Its a war with the enemy

Gone head an make that money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To legitimize the prize money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm a baller, literally

That i have all the money