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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this