This is a song about "Packing straps and makeing money"

I dont really shakespeare

And we gettin' money, over here,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Young money like drake and nicki

I’m tryna be low key

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

"money and blood don't mix

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens