This is a song about "We count this money with our hands"

We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

So with our words we can give those kids the power

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

They don't know about our broken hearts and this city we created

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

We came to this world with knowing our consequences