This is a song about "My money n"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Spending all my money on lids

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

People taking my money because

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

My ass got sulky n' grumpy

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Money got my fam going back words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs