This is a song about "Bitches money cars bling"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

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