This is a song about "My money n"

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Spending all my money on lids

I only got four minutes

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My money don't fold now

Bitches ain't around one thou

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups