This is a song about "Realist money"

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Blow trees like a hurricane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

How to get my rent money

But make sure if they do see

Not hungry for my poetry

If i can make them money

I'm a baller, literally

Getting to the money

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

What them tippers don't see

Im in it for the money