This is a song about "Strippers liqour money lavish lifestyle"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This type of lifestyle that one simulates

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

My conscious only knew whats half tight

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Run for cover and return fire

Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile

I’ll forever be on that lavish shit, comin thru straight ravaging,

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging