This is a song about "Needing money"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Either way we body for money

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Music is money, money isn't music

I heard that time is money

We're living in a fantasy

Still be needing to grow up

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Mr. this is urgent needing u to explain it perfect

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

And of course, my car's off course

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Im raisin the bar, ya gna be needing a neck noose,

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim