This is a song about "Bitches gun money cars cold hearted"

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Get money then bitches

And you ride with this

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money