This is a song about "Try me"

If you ain't about money

But if you try to reach me...

U running without paying me...don't even try

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

It ain't hard to make money

Bitch, try to fuck with me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

These nigguhs they try and sign me

But five years from now i bet she see

Try to call me (try to call me)

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I wish a mother fucker would try me,

Pockets probably like fried food

Dont try to judge me dude