This is a song about "Money"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

To legitimize the prize money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Hustle for dis country money

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Either way we body for money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

What them tippers don't see

I ain't got no money,

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see