This is a song about "Money"

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

To legitimize the prize money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I ain't got no money,

Not bad using that dope money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Chillin' with homies and family

Hustle for dis country money

I’m tryna be low key

Getting to the money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch