This is a song about "Bad bitchs and money"

And i got that bait, they all bad

There's crack, there's crack

So dunn stay silent

And big money like hulk

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Told me whats good and bad

Bet i'm heavy with that

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Whether teddy or pat