This is a song about "Sales and money"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

And cash money supermarket like seth,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

With plenty of money and women

So now she picks up the gun