This is a song about "Bitches hoes money drugs lambo"

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Get money then bitches

I call them hoes josh smith

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those