This is a song about "Crack guns money bitches"

Bad bitches get low

We got dat guns and flow

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs