This is a song about "Cars money bitches killing peopel"

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came