This is a song about "Money"

Getting to the money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Not hungry for my poetry

Hustle for dis country money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But five years from now i bet she see

I reel them in, goadomes on see

They alll ran out of money.

Where you belong with your family

Im in it for the money

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free