This is a song about "Nigga and money"

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

And big money like hulk

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Enticed on money and vices alike,

And cash money supermarket like seth,

And i'm a just take another guess

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And we gettin' money, over here,

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real