This is a song about "Swag and money"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Must be something you want me to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up