This is a song about "Rap song about money"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Must be something you want me to see

You got friends how only cares about your money!

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

Money fast like eminem's rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Cause’ i’m the rap boogeyman, motherfucker, you’ll understand by the end of this song/

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone