This is a song about "Realist money"

Music is money, money isn't music

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

That gon' be the realist tell em

Let me rideuntil i get free

Anint shit funny, for the money

The realist in the game

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Today ima choose to be the realist, i'm a realist, fearless,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

To legitimize the prize money

But make sure if they do see