This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

You ain't working hard as this

Get money then bitches

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

Heard the sound of several gun shots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts