This is a song about "Yo mom have money"

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Have been forgot except for money trees that grew,

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Yo, i've have lyrical mastery

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Didn't have it for a year so the money was wasted

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Bigger than kyle’s mom, have you seen her behind?

Money in the bank gotta have

Blow some fucking hash and laugh