This is a song about "Were my money"

Just wishing you were here, the money you chose, the vodka not beer

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Just know that i'm always

You were my favourite place

Please, you were my feather

I am tough leather

You say my lines were weak,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

That you were in my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

With a honey in the middle

You were my fuckin' idol

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see