This is a song about "Money"

What them tippers don't see

If i can make them money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

They alll ran out of money.

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

To legitimize the prize money

But make sure if they do see

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich