This is a song about "Rip money"

Getting to the money

Let me rideuntil i get free

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

It didn't help a bit, grab a razor let it rip

Wonder where i went wrong

Smack a bong, rip the gong

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Now ill rip myself on these beats

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Chillin' with homies and family

How to get my rent money

Ready yourself,cause i'm gonna rip you all.

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

You wna rip me then ill rip you

Cause when i make this stew