This is a song about "Timber and money"

Why yap about money, and all that

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Hustle for money and making livings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

And they're robbing our money for tax

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Even with the money and the fame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see