This is a song about "Wag money and sports"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

And we gettin' money, over here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Hustle for money and making livings

And i'm a just take another guess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Fuck the money and public opinion

Ross and folarin, couple women

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I got money mind and money on my wrist