This is a song about "You not making me money"

I making money everywhere i go

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So i guess me making it makes you a bit queasy nigga take it

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

Must be something you want me to see

Not bad using that dope money

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

Can you beat me or not

That's all i got