This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this