This is a song about "Being broke and girls"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Preaching and spitting til i'm broke in pieces/

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

And i'm convinced we're broke,

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Talking of the gods you serve

You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.

We raiders of the lost ark

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

They think they bring that pain

Being broke is to blame