This is a song about "Thots and money"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

If you feel it, it must be real just

And they're robbing our money for tax

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

With plenty of money and women

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

This is like love, that you can never get

Fuck the money and public opinion

Cold, my style making my nose run

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Get money like trump and rappas alike