This is a song about "Bad bitches money pussy cars life weed money"

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain