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

One day i'll be convicted but for now i fuck these bitches

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

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

When all i wanna do is show im a 15 yr old rebel

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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