This is a song about "The best my team clowns money the hood guns money girls grinding"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

God mc oh my god you gotta see

That i have all the money

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet