This is a song about "Bitches bugatti s money and fame"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

It’s official, she my misses

Get money then bitches

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

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

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see