This is a song about "Bad bitchs and money"

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Not bad using that dope money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

When i am mad, and things look bad/

She always comin back

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Hustle for money and making livings

So i guess that's where i hide my things