This is a song about "Bitches riches snitches"

The they know how it is from riches to rags (bitches)

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I get all the bitches, coz they like to ride with the riches

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Get money, dump the riches

That's why i shine like i does

Fake young snitches that call us up

Some niggas ain't got no luck