This is a song about "Donkey are so flonkey money and bitches"

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But i wish i was affiliated, with bitches whos tits are silicone and obviously upgraded,

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts