This is a song about "On my way to the money and fuck everyone"

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Walk on to rappad everyone one want beef and shit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Her hand slipped and everything dropped on the floor everyone started to laugh

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

And scribble my way, save the day, pave it, on stage,

I spend all my money, fuck the charity

Sloppy head for free yacky head was sixty