This is a song about "Accomplishments bills hundreds fucking fine bitches"

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

So here i am at the store for some chips

On vacation its bahama fine

Huh, got to get better with time

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Belly full of paper bills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands