This is a song about "Money"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

If i can make them money

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I live my life in tha fast lane

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I came up hungry

I ain't got no money,

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

That i have all the money

On they twitter writing novels, see

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Getting to the money