This is a song about "Fuckin bitches gettin money"

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

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

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with