This is a song about "Trappin and gettin money"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Gettin higher and higher, there ain't no roof.

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck