This is a song about "Money"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I run for the money

Boy im out here chasing money

I’m tryna be low key

They alll ran out of money.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Gone head an make that money

Music is money, money isn't music

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick