This is a song about "Old money"

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

And don't think what you're old

But for long time i had gone cold

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I'm a baller, literally

I heard that time is money