This is a song about "Trying to make money"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

I'm just trying to make my dollars double//

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Trying to make my message click, dont try to fight this