This is a song about "Clothes and getting money"

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Getting to the money

I’m tryna be low key

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

We're living in a fantasy

Getting to the money

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked