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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

It should be a fact that i'm dope, cause bitches eat me up like cantaloupe/

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

We got to this

Get money then bitches

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,