This is a song about "Dope money cars guns bitches"

Not bad using that dope money

Than the muse of a family

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

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

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss