This is a song about "Fuckin bitches gettin money money payin bills weed loud weed and haters and women"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Say you through will all my foul ways

Weed and rapping weed in jays

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

From the back seat, back seat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm caged up in state prison

With plenty of money and women

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy