This is a song about "Bitches guns and money"

My hopes and all my wishes

Get money then bitches

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Been spending most our lives

Im starting to see guns and knives