This is a song about "My money long"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Take my bus and bust down money

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

My money don't fold now

We be like chow

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Money in my pockets

Nobody is safe when my hitlist is this long

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

How to get my rent money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Live long in the hands of my own, 

Now all i am is alone