This is a song about "Bitches making money and drugs"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Making bitches fall on my way up

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

If you know like i know, you should lie low

I making money everywhere i go

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups