This is a song about "Wedd and money"

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

And they're robbing our money for tax

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

With plenty of money and women

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him