This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you