This is a song about "You dont need money cause you got me"

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I've got my own shit i don't care if you dont rate me

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

In a collision, i see their ambition

Cause i dont want you to be stocking me in

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

You tellin me things that switch up my style, i dont need that

Items, gadgets, its alright. you dont even need them right?

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Dc, man over money

You dont know about me

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid