This is a song about "Stolen money"

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

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

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Its a war with the enemy

Blow trees like a hurricane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Matter fact, a raptor who just had her baby stolen/

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart