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

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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches