This is a song about "Stolen money"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

They say nothings ever free

Getting to the money

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.