This is a song about "Bad friends cars girls death mum money"

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

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

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though