This is a song about "Youtube money"

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

They alll ran out of money.

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Not hungry for my poetry

Gone head an make that money

Than the muse of a family

Either way we body for money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Your too young for rap,sign in on youtube

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Anint shit funny, for the money

And all women who had light features, see