This is a song about "Bitches money 15 yr old"

Then those bitches who grew old.

But for long time i had gone cold

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

You already have two strikes, i'm your third one, your out bitches

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

10-year-old seeing his mother die is ripping my heart apart.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Start dissing, just listen to my vision, not here for money,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages