This is a song about "Money"

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Gone head an make that money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To legitimize the prize money

Where you belong with your family

They alll ran out of money.

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

What them tippers don't see

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

How to get my rent money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see