This is a song about "Dick bitches money"

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Music is money, money isn't music

You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Buy my dick, man whys my dick

All you wanna do is get that stick

Bitches bitch, bicker and fit, gettin no dick

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

This nigga can suck my dick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you