This is a song about "Bitch hoes niggas money drugs cars lambos ferraris bmws"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

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

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

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

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose