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

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Not bad using that dope money

From curb surfingwe working the industry