This is a song about "Strippers and money"

Bad bitches never loved them though

U stole my money bread and dough

Money and power is what i wanna gain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Not hungry for my poetry

Take my bus and bust down money

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

And big money like hulk

But this real, fuck how you feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

With plenty of money and women

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see