This is a song about "Run me my money"

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

As i seenobody cares about my history

Jus let me sip this money to quinch my thirst

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

My team a run trains on you

And to run me off, you gotta run me down

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Run tell mommy, tattle on me,

Lets come up to my city

Almost lost my life to the industry

Take my bus and bust down money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I run for the money