This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

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

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

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

It's a beautiful bliss

Get money then bitches

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Get blown like lawn leaves

With no guns and no shields