This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

With no guns and no shields

And all my childhood memories

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money