This is a song about "Uns and money"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Fuck the money and public opinion

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Enticed on money and vices alike,

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money