This is a song about "Bad bitchs and money"

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You gotta breathe and be at ease

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

"money and blood don't mix

And i got that bait, they all bad

Bet i'm heavy with that