This is a song about "Run the money up"

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Its a war with the enemy

Getting to the money

I run up in your spot getting invasive

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Work straight out the kitchen

Going for the long run

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Look up at the sky hope it start rainin money

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

You the type to run your mouth then run from me