This is a song about "Rake up"

So i picked the pen up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Got me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

They cry and say he was perfect, let me go ahead and rake

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Well, um, there's a but

Finish line with the tire marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

Car with no limit what

Better then me running up