This is a song about "Wag money and sports"

Fuck the money and public opinion

Riding around without a fuck given

For the money and power they've been concealin'

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

I only roll with the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

But i never got reminded when i started to wag and lag behind

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

All my love to these queens in here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hustle for money and making livings