This is a song about "Bitches money cars"

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

The world looking out, they on the front row

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,