This is a song about "Trap shit money maken"

They call me better now. see when everything is stopped

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

The way we making money on some stupid shit

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Drink some shit, money blows,

Like a line full of hoes

Believe me, money ain't shit it don't matter

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Anint shit funny, for the money