This is a song about "Shiney money bitched"

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Its a war with the enemy

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

That i have all the money

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I heard that time is money

In other words i'm getting money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I’m tryna be low key

Getting to the money