This is a song about "Sexy money"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Hopin' that my niggas see

I run for the money

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Music is money, money isn't music

Malia family, we the family

To legitimize the prize money

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'll leave a z on your bottom right after i poke you~sexy zee,