This is a song about "Bitches and money and basketball"

Trap our young black seeds

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Get money then bitches

Broke and no one notices

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks