This is a song about "Sit cha pretty ass down now whip it up on the stove my baby girl u already we making money in da ghetto"

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,

Believe me baby i really really would, i leave in the morning my things are already packed,

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Throwing money up and making it rain/