This is a song about "Young nigga going up so many bitches money going green"

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

We are going to the top and you cant stop we got hops so here is a mop so clean your act up

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So call alica keys, cause #no #one is going to stop me from going ham on the universe/

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Money got my fam going back words

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

So don't waste your time on bitches just stick with going to class