This is a song about "Nigga swag money bitches drugs gangsta"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

A whole lot of money and i'm still here nigga

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

What influence as nigga money or fame

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please