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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Hustle for money and making livings

You can hear it in my lyrics

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,