This is a song about "Bentley money and bitches"

"money and blood don't mix

While scheming on hits

Turn money into diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Can barely walk the city streets

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see