This is a song about "Bitches money cars bling"

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/