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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Together all the timethought it was true love

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Making bitches fall on my way up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money