This is a song about "Playing soccer and owning a small business someday pulling ladies and making bank"

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

And manage to establish a syndicate of business to live it lavish

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Getting bank and that is literal

Hope all over again, we can start

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Don't need to make bank and flaunt around a gold necklace...

With my donald trump hair piece you're an apprentice

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors.

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere