This is a song about "My money"

Money in my pockets

Cause we been off them slave ships

My money don't fold now

We be like wow

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Check my letter i got christmas money,

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Striking her with blows he bellowed “where’s my money?”