This is a song about "Twerk and money"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Twerk twerk, smirk on the face,

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Look it something they can't ever see

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And they're robbing our money for tax

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

I got money mind and money on my wrist

If you feel it, it must be real just