This is a song about "Rap and money"

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

And we gettin' money, over here,

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

And big money like hulk

So dunn stay silent

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Get money like trump and rappas alike