This is a song about "Turn up and money"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

And if you think i cant fuck with whoever put your money up

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I come from humboldt where we turn dirt into money

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Turn up you stereo

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I mean turn up the bass

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat